"You spoke as if you did not like him, Jack."
"Don"t like him at all," said Jack. "My own chief mate left me in Calcutta, to better himself, as the saying runs; he got command of one of our ships whose master had died out there; Pym presented himself to me, and I engaged him. He gave me some trouble on the homeward voyage; drank, was insolent, and would shirk his duty when he could. Once I had to threaten to put him in irons. I shall never allow him to sail with me again--and he knows it."
"What is he here for?"
"Don"t know at all," returned Jack. "He can"t have come after me, I suppose."
"Has he left the ship?"
"I can"t tell. I told the brokers in London I should wish to have another first officer appointed in Pym"s place. When they asked why, I only said he and I did not hit it off together very well. I don"t care to report ill of the young man; it might damage his prospects; and he may do better with another master than he did with me."
At that moment Pym overtook us, and accosted Jack: saying something about some bales of "jute," which, as I gathered, had const.i.tuted part of the cargo.
"Have you got your discharge from the ship, Mr. Pym?" asked Jack, after answering his question about the bales of jute.
"No, sir."
"No!"
"Not yet. I have not applied for it. There"s some talk, I fancy, of making Ferrar chief," added Pym. "Until then I keep my post."
The words were not insolent, but the tone had a ring in it that betokened no civility. I thought Pym would have liked to defy Jack had he dared. Jack"s voice, as he answered, was a little haughty--and I had never heard that from Jack in all my life.
"I shall not take Ferrar as chief. What are you talking of, Mr. Pym?
Ferrar is not qualified."
"Ferrar is qualifying himself now; he is about to pa.s.s," retorted Pym.
"Good-afternoon, sir."
Had Pym looked back as he turned off, he would have seen Sir Dace Fontaine, who came, in his slow, lumbering manner, round the corner.
Jack, who had been introduced to him, stopped to speak. But not a word could Sir Dace answer, for staring at the retreating figure of Pym.
"Does my sight deceive me?" he exclaimed. "Who _is_ that man?"
"His name is Pym," said Jack. "He has been my first mate on board the _Rose of Delhi_."
Sir Dace Fontaine looked blacker than thunder. "What is he doing down here?"
"I was wondering what," said Jack. "At first I thought he might have come down after me on some errand or other."
Sir Dace said no more. Remarking that we should meet again in the evening, he went his way, and we went ours.
For that evening the Squire gave a dinner, to which the Fontaines were coming, and old Paul the lawyer, and the Letsoms, and the Ashtons from Timberdale Court. Charles Ashton, the parson, was staying with them: he would come in handy for the grace in place of Herbert Tanerton, who had a real sore throat this time, and must stay at home.
But now it should be explained that, up to this time, none of us had the smallest notion that there was anything between Pym and Verena Fontaine, or that Pym was related to Sir Dace. Had Jack known either the one fact or the other, he might not have said what he did at the Squire"s dinner-table. Not that he said much.
It occurred during a lull. Sir Dace craned his long and ponderous neck over the table towards Jack.
"Captain Tanerton, were you satisfied with that chief mate of yours, Edward Pym? Did he do his duty as a chief mate ought?"
"Not always, Sir Dace," was Jack"s ready answer. "I was not particularly well satisfied with him."
"Will he sail with you again when you go out?"
"No. Not if the decision lies with me."
Sir Dace frowned and drew his neck in again. I fancied he would have been glad to hear that Pym was going out again with Jack--perhaps to be rid of him.
Colonel Letsom spoke up then. "Why do you not like him, Jack?"
"Well, for one thing, I found him deceitful," spoke out Jack, after hesitating a little, and still without any idea that Pym was known to anybody present.
Verena bent forward to speak then from the end of the table, her face all blushes, her tone resentful.
"Perhaps Mr. Pym might say the same thing of you, Captain Tanerton--that _you_ are deceitful?"
"I!" returned Jack, with his frank smile. "No, I don"t think he could say that. Whatever other faults I may have, I am straightforward and open: too much so, perhaps, on occasion."
When the ladies left the table, the Squire despatched me with a message to old Thomas about the claret. In the hall, after delivering it, I came upon Verena Fontaine.
"I am going to run home for my music," she said to me, as she put her white shawl on her shoulders. "I forgot to bring it."
"Let me go for you," I said, taking down my hat.
"No, thank you; I must go myself."
"With you, then."
"I wish to go alone," she returned, in a playful tone, but one that had a decisive ring in it. "Stay where you are, if you please, Mr. Johnny Ludlow."
She meant it; I saw that; and I put my hat down and went into the drawing-room. Presently somebody missed her; I said she had gone home to fetch her music.
Upon which they all attacked me for letting her go--for not offering to fetch it for her. Tod and Bob Letsom, who had just come into the room, told me I was not more gallant than a rising bear. I laughed, and did not say what had pa.s.sed. Mary Ann Letsom plunged into one of her interminable sonatas, and the time slipped on.
"Johnny," whispered the mater to me, "you must go after Verena Fontaine to see what has become of her. You ought not to have allowed her to go out alone."
Truth to say, I was myself beginning to wonder whether she meant to come back at all. Catching up my hat again, I ran off to Maythorn Bank.
Oh! Pacing slowly the shadiest part of the garden there, was Miss Verena, the white shawl m.u.f.fled round her. Mr. Pym was pacing with her, his face bent down to a level with hers, his arm pa.s.sed gingerly round her waist.
"I thought they might be sending after me," she cried out, quitting Pym as I went in at the gate. "I will go back with you, Mr. Johnny. Edward, I can"t stay another moment," she called back to him; "you see how it is. Yes, I"ll be walking in the Ravine to-morrow."
Away she went, with so fleet a step that I had much ado to keep up with her. _That_ was my first enlightenment of the secret treason which was destined to bring forth so terrible an ending.
"You won"t tell tales of me, Johnny Ludlow?" she stopped to say, in a beseeching tone, as we reached the gate of Crabb Cot. "See, I have my music now."
"All right, Miss Verena. You may trust me."
"I am sure of that. I read it in your face."