"A navy officer? Thirkle a navy officer?" asked Petrak. "I was a navy man myself when I was a boy."
He stepped to Thirkle and held the bottle to the prisoner"s lips.
"Was ye an officer--a navy officer, Thirkle?" he asked, somewhat awestricken at the idea.
"We had a little chat, Mr. Buckrow and myself, while you were away," said Thirkle, after he had had his drink. "Real chummy we got."
"Ho, yes; real chummy, Thirkle! So chummy, Red, he was ready to let a knife into me, and now he says he was in the navy; well up to his flag, too, and the queen"s commission, all nice and handy. He thinks he"s too nice to mix with the likes of us; he says as how we won"t know how to blow the loot ladylike and decent. Mind that, Reddy? Ho, ho, ho!"
"It"s this way, Reddy," explained Thirkle. "Our old friend Bucky thought I was jealous of him, and wanted it all to myself. But I never had such a thought. Long Jim was the one I didn"t like, and never did, but you and Bucky are two after my own heart and--"
"He likes us, Reddy," interrupted Buckrow. "He likes us both, and you best; but he likes us. Give him another drink and he"ll cry for his sins."
"Mr. Buckrow, I mean every word I say," declared Thirkle, and he meant it, for the shrewd rascal was talking for his life. "There"s gold enough here for all of us, and we"ll divide it now, and each take his share and split it to the dollar. Leave it to me and I"ll get it off for you, safe and easy; but try to go it alone and the two of ye"ll hang.
Hang! Understand that, Reddy? The two of you"ll hang; and it"s Thirkle that says it, and Thirkle knows. But Thirkle can help ye if ye let him."
"Taffy he"s givin" us now, Reddy," said Buckrow, seeing that Petrak was being impressed by Thirkle"s argument.
"Ye"ll hang, the two of ye," said Thirkle. "Taffy, if ye like, Mr.
Buckrow."
"They"ll have to take me first, and that"s not so easy as ye make it,"
bl.u.s.tered Buckrow. "Don"t mind him, Reddy."
"They"ll get ye," said Thirkle, nodding his head. "They"ll get ye the minute ye land anywhere with a dozen of them gold pieces. Where"ll ye go with it? That"s what I want to know. Where"ll ye clear from? Tell me that. No doubt ye"ll land in Manila with a boat-load of gold and say yer out of the _Kut Sang_, and she went down, and all were lost but you two and the cargo of gold. And they"ll let ye keep it and send ye on yer way, with no questions asked."
"Ye mind what he says, Bucky?" Petrak was getting nervous.
"Mind what he says, if ye like," said Buckrow. "I"m man enough to get away with it, Thirkle or no Thirkle."
"That sounds very big, Mr. Buckrow; but where will ye go? Easy enough it would be if this island was off the track of ships, but the minute ye make a westing ten miles with a boat-load of gold, or empty-handed, pop!
ye go into the hands of a coast-guard cutter or a ship. Fine time ye"ll have telling ye found it, or that ye got out of the ship by yerself. Back to Manila ye"ll go, and slam into Bilibid prison, and all about ye in the papers, and all about the gold; and then ye"ll be in a nice fix.
"Ye think, because it was secret cargo, the owners of the gold won"t kick up a row when the _Kut Sang_ is a minute overdue? Ye think they"ll take yer yarns when they find ye went in the _Kut Sang_, as the whole Sailors"
Home knows? They"ll stretch a rope for ye and Petrak--if ye let Petrak along--and the two of ye"ll drop together into the deepest hole ever ye clapped eyes on."
"Of course, Mr. Thirkle could pack a ton of gold about, and it would be different, and not a word said," sneered Buckrow. "Perhaps ye know better than me what to do--hey, Thirkle?"
"Thirkle has his plans made for the last of it as well as he had for the first of it, and don"t ye forget that, Mr. Buckrow, and never mind what they are. You go on now and play the string out, and I wish the two of ye luck; but remember that Thirkle said ye"d hang, and hang ye will. When they put the rope on yer necks and the black caps over yer heads, just remember Thirkle said it would come out that way. They"ll make a nice job of ye."
Petrak shivered and looked at Buckrow, who stood with arms folded, staring at the ground.
"Oh, stow that gab, Thirkle!" he said. "Never ye fret about me and Reddy; ye"ll be dead, anyhow, and ye won"t mind."
"Ye can thank Bucky for it," went on Thirkle, craftily turning his conversation to Petrak, who was more easily influenced and had a hearty dread of death or prisons.
"Thank Bucky when ye start up the thirteen steps. They"ll be the hardest thirteen steps ye ever took in yer life, Reddy--and the last. A man"s in a bad way when the shadow of the gallows falls across his bows and the priest begins to pray. I looked for a better end for ye than that, Petrak; but go ahead and take his advice, and see where ye come to."
"Don"t mind him, Reddy," said Buckrow hoa.r.s.ely. "Pa.s.s the bottle and let the old devil croak. You stick to Bucky."
"Now, here"s where I stand," went on Thirkle. "It"s the last I"ll say on it, and I"ll give you two chaps another chance to save yerselves. Take the ropes off me and I"ll bear no arms. You two take the pistols, and I won"t have a knife. That gives you two the upper hand, and ye can do as ye please, and I"ll take my share and orders, and see that I get ye away clear.
"Once we make it safe ye can go about yer business, and I"ll go about mine. Come on, now, lads--how"s that? I ought to be worth that just to plan it out for ye and make sure ye get away. Better a third and a long life than the whole and a rope afore ye spend a hundred pound of it, if ye get as much as a drink out of it alone. How now, Bucky?"
"Real sweet of ye, old c.o.c.k," said Buckrow, lighting a cigar. "A third and yer life looks better than none and a pile of bones. Thirkle has a bit of a way to look to his own ends; what, Reddy?"
"Ye don"t stand to lose anything, do ye? I"m not the man to squeal when I"m down; but we went into this thing together, the whole of us, with our eyes open, to split it even. Here"s the three of us, and we"ll count it out right here by the piece or the sack. Then ye leave it to me to get it away for ye, clean and neat. I"m a gentleman, I am, and I can play a gentleman"s game, which ye two can"t.
"I can buy a schooner or a yacht and look natural about it, and no questions asked; and make a big show and live at the best hotels, and nothing thought of me having plenty of money. But you two--why, show a guinea, sober or drunk, and they"ll grab ye on suspicion ye stole it.
Ye"d look real nice, Mr. Buckrow, buying a ship to come back here for it, wouldn"t ye--or mayhap ye"d leave that part of it to Petrak."
"How"ll ye get away with it if yer so sharp about it?" demanded Buckrow.
"What can ye do outside what we can do--hey, Thirkle?"
"I"ve got it all planned out, ye can bank on that. I didn"t get this gold here without knowing what I was at, or how I was going to draw through.
That isn"t my way, as ye know. I have in mind a sloop-rigged yacht, lying in Shanghai, waiting for a buyer. Pretty little white thing she is, and I can get her for a song, and take enough of this with me to turn the job.
"I can play Meeker again, which you chaps don"t seem to know. I told the _Times_ man on the waterfront over the telephone, five minutes before we sailed, to make a personal item about how the Rev. Luther Meeker, missionary, would sail next week for Hong-Kong in the _Taming_, and to tell the shipping-office to reserve a ticket for me. n.o.body knows I went in the _Kut Sang_ for sure, and I could drop into Manila to-morrow as Meeker, and not a man the wiser.
"We"ll buy this little yacht, and I"ll turn her into a missionary boat, buying her with funds furnished by the London Evangelical Society, as I"ll tell "em. I"ll call her the _Bethlehem_ and cruise along the China coast, putting in at ports to hold services. Then we"ll sneak away some day and drop down here, with c.h.i.n.ks in the crew, and we"ll get this gold aboard in such way they won"t suspect what it is.
"Then it"s an easy matter to make away to any port we want and fill away for London in a liner, with the gold strewn along in the banks here and there, or packed with books or other junk and freighted. How"s that, mates?"
"And when it"s all done we can go to the devil and you"ll take the gold.
I know the palaver, Thirkle. If ye please, I"ll take my chances alone with the gold," said Buckrow.
"Then hang! I wash my hands of the two of ye, and may the devil mend ye!"
Thirkle raised his bound hands as he said this, and there was tragedy in his grim old face, and pity for the two on whom he had apparently p.r.o.nounced the death-sentence. But I could see in his shrewd eyes that he was acting a part--he was laughing at them while pleading for liberty.
Petrak began to whimper, and he looked at Buckrow appealingly.
"Let him loose, Bucky," he begged. "Let Thirkle loose, or we"ll hang, as he says, and we"ll split it share and share alike."
"Let him loose so he can do for us!" raged Buckrow. "Let him loose so he can make off with it, and then knife us when it comes handy! I know his black heart!"
Yet, Buckrow was in a quandary and, in spite of his fear of Thirkle, seemed inclined to free him, evidently finding it hard to make his own decisions, and preferring to have some one to give the orders. He tossed his cigar away, and stood watching Thirkle chewing a blade of gra.s.s.
"Ye can deal with me, mates, but ye"ll find ye can"t argue with the judge," went on Thirkle in a quiet tone, keeping his eyes on the ground.
"Ye"ll find ye can"t talk the turnkey into liberty, and it will be too late the morning the hangman opens the door and says "Come!" and--"
"Stow that gab, or I"ll let a knife into yer hide!" snarled Buckrow, and he went over to the pile of sacks and began kicking the brown canvas nervously.
Thirkle began to chuckle quietly, swaying his shoulders from side to side in his simulated hilarity. Petrak, who was standing close to him, looked at him in surprise.
"It will be a fine joke," said Thirkle in a low tone, as if speaking to himself. "They do love to hang a red-headed man! Poor Petrak! They"ll have a great joke with him--Oh, ye there, Petrak, my lad! Well, I"m sorry for ye; but ye can"t blame me if Bucky gets ye in a jam. He says he can go it alone now, and doesn"t need Thirkle; but wait until the death-watch is pacing outside the door like a Swedish skipper, and ye"ve only got an hour left on earth, and then ye"ll wish ye"d stuck to Thirkle.
"I"ll bet all this gold here ye"ll wish ye had Thirkle then, but Thirkle won"t be there to help. I say stick to Bucky if ye like, but ye"ll find he ain"t Thirkle. Good-bye, Reddy. I never looked for ye to come to this; but I can say ye"ll hang if you go it with Bucky."