"Well, they"re pretty sure to send some sort of a wrecking expedition to try and salve some of the cargo, let alone those dollars."
"See here," said Harman, "I had the news from Clancy that morning, and it had only just come to "Frisco, it wasn"t an hour old; we put the cap on Ginnell and were out of the Golden Gate before sundown same day. A wrecking ship would take all of two days to get her legs under her, supposing anyone bought the wreck, so we have two days" start; we"ve been makin" seven knots and maybe a bit over, they won"t make more. So we have two days to our good when we get there."
"They may start a quick ship out on the job," said Blood.
"Well, now, there"s where my knowledge comes in," said Harman.
"There"s only two salvage ships at present in "Frisco, and rotten tubs they are. One"s the _Maryland_, she"s most a divin" and dredgin" ship, ain"t no good for this sort of work, sea-bottom sc.r.a.pin" is all she"s good for, and little she makes at it. The other"s the _Port of Amsterdam_, owned by Gunderman. She"s the ship they"d use; she"s got steam winches and derricks "nough to discharge the Ark, and stowage room to hold the cargo down to the last flea, but she"s no good for more than eight knots; she steams like as if she"d a drogue behind her, because why?--she"s got beam engines--she"s that old, she"s got beam engines in her. I"m not denyin" there"s somethin" to be said for them, but, there you are, there"s no speed in them."
"Well, beam engines or no beam engines, we"ll have a pretty rough time if she comes down and catches us within a cable"s length of the _Yan-Shan_," said Blood. "However, there"s no use in fetching trouble; let"s go and have a look at the lazaret, I want to see how we stand for grub."
Chop-stick Charlie was the name Blood had christened the coolie who acted as steward and cabin hand. He called him now, and out of the opium-tinctured gloom of the fo"c"sle Charlie appeared, received his orders and led them to the lazaret.
None of the crew had shown the slightest emotion on seeing Blood take over command of the schooner and Ginnell swabbing decks. The fight, that had made Blood master of the _Heart of Ireland_ and Ginnell"s revolver, had occurred in the cabin and out of sight of the coolies, but even had it been conducted in full view of them, it is doubtful whether they would have shown any feeling or lifted a hand in the matter.
As long as their little privileges were regarded, as long as opium bubbled in the evening pipe, and pork, rice and potatoes were served out, one white skipper was the same as another to them.
The overhaul of the stores took half an hour and was fairly satisfactory, and, when they came, on deck, Blood, telling Charlie to take Ginnell"s place as lookout, called the latter down into the cabin.
"We want to have a word with you," said Blood, whilst Harman took his seat on a bunk edge opposite him.
"It"s time you knew our minds and what we intend doing with the schooner and yourself."
"Faith," said Ginnell, "I think it is."
"I"m glad you agree. Well, when you shanghaied me on board this old shark-boat of yours, there"s little doubt as to what you intended doing with me. Harman will tell you, for we"ve talked on the matter."
"He"d a" worked you crool hard, fed you crool bad, and landed you after a six months" cruise doped or drunk, with two cents in your pocket and an affidavit up his sleeve that you"d tried to fire his ship," said Harman. "I know the swab."
Ginnell said nothing for a moment in answer to this soft impeachment, he was cutting himself a chew of tobacco; then at last he spoke:
"I don"t want no certifikit of character from either the pair of you,"
said he. "You"ve boned me ship and you"ve blacked me eye and you"ve near stove me ribs in sittin" on me chest and houldin" me revolver in me face; what I wants to know is your game. Where"s your profits to come from on this job?"
"I"ll tell you," replied Blood. "There"s a hooker called the _Yan-Shan_ piled on the rocks down the coast and we"re going to leave our cards on her--savvy?"
"Oh, Lord!" said Ginnell.
"What"s the matter now?" asked Harman.
"What"s the matter, d"you say?" cried Ginnell. "Why, it"s the _Yan-Shan_ I was after meself."
Blood stared at the owner of the _Heart of Ireland_ for a moment, then he broke into a roar of laughter.
"You don"t mean to say you bought the wreck?" he asked.
"Not me," replied Ginnell. "Sure, where d"you think I"d be findin" the money to buy wrecks with? I had news that mornin" she was lyin" there derelick, and I was just slippin" down the coast to have a look at her when you two spoiled me lay by takin" me ship."
It was now that Harman began to laugh.
"Well, if that don"t beat all," said he. "And maybe, since you were so keen on havin" a look at her, you"ve brought wreckin" tools with you in case they might come in handy?"
"That"s as may be," replied Ginnell. "What you have got to worry about isn"t wreckin" tools, but how to get rid of the boodle if it"s there.
Twenty thousand dollars, that"s the figure."
"So you know of the dollars?" said Blood.
"Sure, what do you take me for?" asked Ginnell. "D"you think I"d have bothered about the job only for the dollars? What"s the use of general cargo to the like of me? Now what I"m thinkin" is this, you want a fence to help you to get rid of the stuff. Supposin" you find it, how are you to cart this stuff ash.o.r.e and bank it? You"ll be had, sure, but not if I"m at your back. Now, gents, I"m willin" to wipe out all differences and help in the salvin" on shares, and I"ll make it easy for you. You"ll each take seven thousand and I"ll take the balance, and I won"t charge nuthin" for the loan you"ve took of the _Heart of Ireland_. It"s a losin" game for me, but it"s better than bein" done out entirely."
Blood looked at Harman and Harman looked at Blood. Then telling Ginnell that they would consider the matter, they went on deck to talk it over.
There was truth in what Ginnell said. They would want help in getting the coin ash.o.r.e in safety, and unless they marooned or murdered Ginnell, he, if left out, would always be a witness to make trouble.
Besides, though engaged on a somewhat shady business, neither Blood nor Harman were scoundrels. Ginnell up to this had been paid out in his own coin, the slate was clean, and it pleased neither of them to take profit from this blackguard beyond what they considered their due.
It was just this touch of finer feeling that excluded them from the category of rogues and made their persons worth considering and their doings worth recounting.
"We"ll give him what he asks," said Blood, when the consultation was over, "and mind you, I don"t like giving it him one little bit, not on account of the money but because it seems to make us partners with that swab. I tell you this, Billy Harman, I"d give half as much again if an honest man was dealing with us in this matter instead of Pat Ginnell."
"And what honest man would deal with us?" asked the ingenuous Harman.
"Lord! one might think the job we was on was tryin" to sell a laundry.
It"s safe enough, for who can say we didn"t hit the wreck cruisin"
round promiscuous, but it won"t hold no frills in the way of Honesty and such. Down with you, and close the bargain with that chap and tip him the wink that, though we"re mugs enough to give him six thousand dollars for the loan of his old shark-boat, we"re men enough to put a pistol bullet in his gizzard if he tries any games with us. Down you go."
Blood went.
II
Next morning, an hour after sunrise, through the blaze of light striking the Pacific across the far-off Californlan coast, San Juan showed like a flake of spar on the horizon to southward.
The sea all there is of an impossible blueness, the Pacific blue deepened by the _Kuro Shiwo_ current, that mysterious river of the sea which floods up the coast of j.a.pan, crosses the Pacific towards Alaska, and sweeps down the West American seaboard to fan out and lose itself away down somewhere off Chile.
Harman judged the island to be twenty miles away, and as they were making six and a half knots, he reckoned to hit it in three hours if the wind held.
They went down and had breakfast, and after the meal Ginnell, going to the locker where he had stowed the wrecking tools, fetched them out and laid them on deck. There were two crow-bars and a jemmy, not to mention a flogging hammer, a rip saw, some monstrous big chisels and a shipwright"s mallet. They looked like a collection of burglar"s implements from the land of Brobdingnag.
"There you are," said Ginnell. "You never know what you may want on a job like this, with bulkheads, maybe, to be cut through and chests broke open; get a spare sail, Misther Harman, and rowl the lot up in it so"s they"ll be aisier for thransport."
He was excited, and the Irish in him came out when he was like that; also, as the most knowledgeable man in the business, he was taking the lead. You never could have fancied from his cheerful manner and his appearance of boss that Blood was the real master of the situation, or that Blood, only a few days ago, had nearly pounded the life out of him, captured his revolver, and taken possession of the _Heart of Ireland_.
The schooner carried a whale-boat, and this was now got in readiness for lowering, with provisions and water for the landing-party, and when that was done the island, now only four miles distant, showed up fine, a sheer splinter of volcanic rock standing up from the sea and creamed about with foam.
Not a sign of a wreck was to be seen, though Ginnell"s gla.s.ses were powerful enough to show up every detail from the rock fissures to the roosting gulls.
Gloom fell upon the party, with the exception of Harman.
"It"ll be on the other side if it"s there at all," said he. "She"d have been coming up from the s"uthard, and if the gale was behind her it would have taken her right on to the rocks; she couldn"t be on this side, anyhow, because why?--there"s nuthin" to hold her. It"s a mile deep water off them cliffs, but on the other side it shoals gradual from tide marks to ten fathoms water, which holds for a quarter of a mile--keep her as she is, you could sc.r.a.pe them cliffs with a battleship without danger of groundin"."
After a minute or two, he took the wheel himself and steered her whilst the fellows stood by the halyards ready to let go at a moment"s notice.