Not a soul did he encounter until he reached the beach, when he came upon two sailors, launching a rowing boat.
""Mogador?"" he said, in a tone of inquiry.
"_Si_, senor."
"That"s your sort," said Chivey. "I want to see Captain Gonzales."
"Come with us, then," said one of the sailors.
"Rather," responded the tiger; "off we dive; whip "em up, tickle him under the flank, and we"re there in a common canter."
The sailors both understood a little of English.
In very little time they were standing on the deck of the "Mogador."
And facing Chivey as he scrambled up the side, was the master of the ship, Captain Gonzales, to whom Chivey was presented at once by one of the sailors.
"Senor Velasquez has sent me to you, captain," said the ever ready tiger.
"Then you are welcome."
"He told me to give you that," said Chivey, handing the captain a pair of banknotes; "and to beg you to give me the best of accommodation in a cabin all to myself."
"It shall be done."
"And above all not to let Mr. Murray know of my presence on board when he comes."
"Good."
"I am going on very important business for Senor Velasquez, captain,"
pursued Chivey, with infinite a.s.surance; "as you may judge, for he values your care of me at one hundred crowns to be paid on your next visit here."
"Rely upon my uttermost a.s.sistance."
"Thank you," said Chivey, with a patronising smile; "and now I"ll be obliged to you to show me to my berth."
"Here," cried the Spanish captain. "Pedro--Juan--Lopez. Take this gentleman to my private cabin."
The "Mogador" stood out to sea bravely enough.
Chivey was there.
Herbert Murray was there.
But the latter little suspected the presence of the former.
Herbert Murray, in fancied security, was reclining on deck upon some cushions he had got up from below, smoking lazily, and looking up at the blue sky overhead, when Chivey, who had been looking vainly out for an appropriate cue to make his reappearance, slipped suddenly forward, and touching his hat, remarked in the coolest manner in the world--
"Did you ring for me, sir?"
Herbert looked up just as if he had seen a ghost.
"Chivey!"
"Guv"ner."
Herbert Murray stared at his villainous servant.
But villainous as Chivey was, Herbert Murray never thought a bit about that.
His heart leaped to his mouth, and he was overjoyed to find him there.
"Oh, Chivey, you vagabond!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "I"m so awfully glad to see you."
"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."
There"s a lot of truth in that trite and homely old saying.
For one little phrase from the guilty Herbert had come so straight from the heart that even the villainous tiger was touched immediately.
"Look here, guv"nor," said Mr. Chivey, "I don"t think you are half so bad as I thought. My opinion is that you are not half as bad as some of "em, and that the ugly job up at the gravel pits was all of my provoking. I bear no malice."
"You don"t!" exclaimed his master, quite overjoyed.
"Not a bit."
"Shake hands."
Chivey obeyed.
And they were faster friends than ever after that.
But what about Senor Velasquez?
What about all their compacts with the villain?
For the time they were of no use to that plotter, whose plans had, up to the present time, failed.
CHAPTER LXIII.
THE ORPHAN IS PRESENTED AT COURT--IS A BIT NERVOUS--LESSONS IN THE TURKISH LANGUAGE--MANNERS AND CUSTOMS--THE PASHA OF MANY WIVES--AN OFFICIAL PRESENT--BOWSTRINGING--AN EXECUTION--HORROR! THE ORPHAN"S PERIL, AND WHAT CAME OF IT.
Having got Chivey and his master together again, we now travel to the Turkish coast to be in the company of young Jack and his friends.
The orphan had been roused from his slumbers to be presented to the pasha of that province.