"Well, maybe I didn"t and maybe I did. I have to keep a closed mouth. But if you"ll say a word for me to these people--reliable and all that--I may put somethin" your way sometime."
"I"ll have a gin," said Peth.
"Glad to do what I can, sir," said Wilkins. "Support home industry, that"s always been my motto. If I"m asked, I"ll say the right sort of thing."
"Good for you," said Jarrow. "This is Mr. Peth, my mate. We got to slide," and waving his hand at Wilkins, Jarrow walked toward the veranda while Peth gulped his gin and trailed after him with alacrity.
The mate overtook the captain as the latter headed across the Luneta toward Malecon Drive, where the great king palms offered shade from the blinding sunlight.
Jarrow marched along, with head down, staring at the gravel. He gave no heed to Peth, who overtook him and fell in beside him.
"Millions," said Peth, presently.
"You ain"t got the brains of a goose, Peth."
"What"s the row?" demanded Peth.
"Can"t you hear millions spoke of without actin" like a blasted whistlin" buoy?" demanded Jarrow, savagely.
"I was took aback," said Peth.
"Took aback! This ain"t no business for a man who"s got to blow off steam in public the minute he sniffs somethin" good! Things like that might bust up the whole business--and sixty a day in it!"
"I don"t see what I done, skipper," whined Peth.
"You done enough. Couldn"t you see what I was drivin" at? You ain"t got half an eye. That dude clerk, he can fix us solid with them people. What if he got an idea we was out to make money off "em?
This Locke"ll go askin" that feller, so I had to prime him. Lucky he didn"t notice your fidgets when he spoke of millions."
"You go make a mountain out of it," said Peth, as they turned into the Malecon and proceeded toward the river.
"Peth, you better not cross the bows of these people till we"re ready for sea."
Peth turned his sharp face toward the captain and looked down on him with searching eyes, a trifle startled. He turned away and spat viciously. "I won"t bite "em," he growled.
"They might bite you. We can"t reckon on what these swells"ll cotton to in a deal like this."
"Aint I big enough dude?"
"You ain"t got no diplomacy."
Peth gritted his teeth gently. "Don"t ye want me for mate?" he demanded, with a poor attempt to conceal his wrath.
"What"s the matter of you?" asked Jarrow, looking at him in surprise.
"You that"s sayin" it. You talk like I"m a horned toad or somethin", to set folks on the run the minute they clap eyes on me."
"Have sense," cautioned Jarrow. "We got a lot to do come sundown.
Have sense. I"m the brain"s, ain"t I?"
"So you say, cap"n."
"I got my own meanin"s. What if this Trask and the girl come down aboard this evenin" to look things over, and they don"t like your looks first off?"
"What"s my looks got to do with it? Ain"t I dressed up?"
"Yes, good enough for me, but maybe not for them. They"ll put a hole in our copper plates, charter or no charter, if they take a dislike to you. We can"t take no chances."
"Might as well see me first as last."
"Oh, no. Plenty of reasons for "em comin" about on the whole business and leavin" us high and dry, except for the advance. They hop aboard a liner--what then?"
"Got to see me some time."
"Sure! Once to sea, they"ll take things as they find "em. But it"s touch and go with us until we clear the bay, and don"t forget that for a minute."
"What they want? Sody water gents for a crew?"
"Whatever they want, they"ll have it, them swells."
"Then I ain"t gallant enough for the likes o" you and this charter party, I take it," said Peth, his anger rising.
"I ain"t findin" no fault with you myself, Peth. All I"m gallied about is what the others"ll think. You"re goin" mate, of course----"
"Thanks," said Peth, curtly. "You talk like I was ship"s boy, not owner of an eighth of the _Nuestra_. Who helped you salve her? Who like to broke his back doin" of it? Peth did, that"s who. Now he ain"t good enough, once ye make fast to a millionaire."
"You talk like an old mitten with the thumb brailed up," said Jarrow.
"Where was this millionaire feller when ye wanted a man to stand by and raise the _Nuestra_, I"d like----?"
"Belay that!" said Jarrow. "I"m talkin" for yer own good. There"s money in this cruise for both of us. I got my own reasons, and that"s enough. I"d look smart cuttin" you out of things, wouldn"t I?"
"Well, all I can say, cap"n, ye don"t need to take me mate if ye don"t want to."
"Steady as she goes," said Jarrow, taking him by his arm. "You"re mate, and I never had it my mind ye wouldn"t go mate."
"All right, all right," growled Peth, shaking himself free. "I ain"t goin" to fuss none. I don"t want to be gammin" around with swells, no ways. But if I thought ye wanted to beach me----"
"Oh, git that out of yer head. You"ve got to git the crew together and I got to see Prayerful Jones afore Dinshaw gits back. Then I"ll git the old man aboard and keep his jaw close to the wind. We got to run this thing on some basis. You"ll find Doc Bird cookin" in a civilian mess out Malate way. We got to have him."
"Will Doc cut loose from a sh.o.r.e berth for what looks like a v"yage to Vigan?"
"He"ll cut loose from anything if he knows I want him," said Jarrow, in a tone significant of no doubts about the matter. "He"s to be aboard in the mornin"--to-night would be better. When we git our ballast we"ll lay out in the stream again. It"s safer from talk."
"How safer?"
"From folks nosin" around. We can"t have none of the crew hangin"
"longsh.o.r.e, ginnin" up. I"ll fix the clearance myself, and see the commissioner."