"Well, you ARE a juggins!" exclaimed Huish. "What did you want? You wanted to kill him, and tried to last night. You wanted to kill the "ole lot of them and tried to, and "ere I show you "ow; and because there"s some medicine in a bottle you kick up this fuss!"
"I suppose that"s so," said Davis. "It don"t seem someways reasonable, only there it is."
"It"s the happlication of science, I suppose?" sneered Huish.
"I don"t know what it is," cried Davis, pacing the floor; "it"s there!
I draw the line at it. I can"t put a finger to no such piggishness. It"s too d.a.m.ned hateful!"
"And I suppose it"s all your fancy pynted it," said Huish, "w"en you take a pistol and a bit o" lead, and copse a man"s brains all over him?
No accountin" for tystes."
"I"m not denying it," said Davis, "It"s something here, inside of me.
It"s foolishness; I dare say it"s dam foolishness. I don"t argue, I just draw the line. Isn"t there no other way?"
"Look for yourself," said Huish. "I ain"t wedded to this, if you think I am; I ain"t ambitious; I don"t make a point of playin" the lead; I offer to, that"s all, and if you can"t show me better, by Gawd, I"m goin" to!"
"Then the risk!" cried Davis.
"If you ast me straight, I should say it was a case of seven to one and no takers," said Huish. "But that"s my look-out, ducky, and I"m gyme, that"s wot I am: gyme all through."
The captain looked at him. Huish sat there, preening his sinister vanity, glorying in his precedency in evil; and the villainous courage and readiness of the creature shone out of him like a candle from a lantern. Dismay and a kind of respect seized hold on Davis in his own despite. Until that moment, he had seen the clerk always hanging back, always listless, uninterested, and openly grumbling at a word of anything to do; and now, by the touch of an enchanter"s wand, he beheld him sitting girt and resolved, and his face radiant. He had raised the devil, he thought; and asked who was to control him? and his spirits quailed.
"Look as long as you like," Huish was going on. "You don"t see any green in my eye! I ain"t afryde of Att.w.a.ter, I ain"t afryde of you, and I ain"t afryde of words. You want to kill people, that"s wot YOU want; but you want to do it in kid gloves, and it can"t be done that w"y. Murder ain"t genteel, it ain"t easy, it ain"t safe, and it tykes a man to do it. "Ere"s the man."
"Huish!" began the captain with energy; and then stopped, and remained staring at him with corrugated brows.
"Well, hout with it!" said Huish. ""Ave you anythink else to put up? Is there any other chanst to try?"
The captain held his peace.
"There you are then!" said Huish with a shrug.
Davis fell again to his pacing.
"Oh, you may do sentry-go till you"re blue in the mug, you won"t find anythink else," said Huish.
There was a little silence; the captain, like a man launched on a swing, flying dizzily among extremes of conjecture and refusal.
"But see," he said, suddenly pausing. "Can you? Can the thing be done?
It--it can"t be easy."
"If I get within twenty foot of "im it"ll be done; so you look out,"
said Huish, and his tone of certainty was absolute.
"How can you know that?" broke from the captain in a choked cry. "You beast, I believe you"ve done it before!"
"Oh, that"s private affyres," returned Huish, "I ain"t a talking man."
A shock of repulsion struck and shook the captain; a scream rose almost to his lips; had he uttered it, he might have cast himself at the same moment on the body of Huish, might have picked him up, and flung him down, and wiped the cabin with him, in a frenzy of cruelty that seemed half moral. But the moment pa.s.sed; and the abortive crisis left the man weaker. The stakes were so high--the pearls on the one hand--starvation and shame on the other. Ten years of pearls! The imagination of Davis translated them into a new, glorified existence for himself and his family. The seat of this new life must be in London; there were deadly reasons against Portland, Maine; and the pictures that came to him were of English manners. He saw his boys marching in the procession of a school, with gowns on, an usher marshalling them and reading as he walked in a great book. He was installed in a villa, semi-detached; the name, Rosemore, on the gateposts. In a chair on the gravel walk, he seemed to sit smoking a cigar, a blue ribbon in his b.u.t.tonhole, victor over himself and circ.u.mstances, and the malignity of bankers. He saw the parlour with red curtains and sh.e.l.ls on the mantelpiece--and with the fine inconsistency of visions, mixed a grog at the mahogany table ere he turned in. With that the Farallone gave one of the aimless and nameless movements which (even in an anch.o.r.ed ship and even in the most profound calm) remind one of the mobility of fluids; and he was back again under the cover of the house, the fierce daylight besieging it all round and glaring in the c.h.i.n.ks, and the clerk in a rather airy att.i.tude, awaiting his decision.
He began to walk again. He aspired after the realisation of these dreams, like a horse nickering for water; the l.u.s.t of them burned in his inside. And the only obstacle was Att.w.a.ter, who had insulted him from the first. He gave Herrick a full share of the pearls, he insisted on it; Huish opposed him, and he trod the opposition down; and praised himself exceedingly. He was not going to use vitriol himself; was he Huish"s keeper? It was a pity he had asked, but after all!... he saw the boys again in the school procession, with the gowns he had thought to be so "tony" long since... And at the same time the incomparable shame of the last evening blazed up in his mind.
"Have it your own way!" he said hoa.r.s.ely.
"Oh, I knew you would walk up," said Huish. "Now for the letter. There"s paper, pens and ink. Sit down and I"ll dictyte."
The captain took a seat and the pen, looked a while helplessly at the paper, then at Huish. The swing had gone the other way; there was a blur upon his eyes. "It"s a dreadful business," he said, with a strong twitch of his shoulders.
"It"s rather a start, no doubt," said Huish. "Tyke a dip of ink. That"s it. William John Hatt.w.a.ter, Esq., Sir": he dictated.
"How do you know his name is William John?" asked Davis.
"Saw it on a packing case," said Huish. "Got that?"
"No," said Davis. "But there"s another thing. What are we to write?"
"O my golly!" cried the exasperated Huish. "Wot kind of man do YOU call yourself? I"M goin" to tell you wot to write; that"s my pitch; if you"ll just be so bloomin" condescendin" as to write it down! WILLIAM JOHN ATt.w.a.tER, ESQ., SIR": he reiterated. And the captain at last beginning half mechanically to move his pen, the dictation proceeded:
It is with feelings of shyme and "artfelt contrition that I approach you after the yumiliatin" events of last night. Our Mr "Errick has left the ship, and will have doubtless communicated to you the nature of our "opes. Needless to s"y, these are no longer possible: Fate "as declyred against us, and we bow the "ead. Well awyre as I am of the just suspicions with w"ich I am regarded, I do not venture to solicit the fyvour of an interview for myself, but in order to put an end to a situytion w"ich must be equally pyneful to all, I "ave deputed my friend and partner, Mr J. L. Huish, to l"y before you my proposals, and w"ich by their moderytion, Will, I trust, be found to merit your attention.
Mr J. L. Huish is entirely unarmed, I swear to Gawd! and will "old "is "ands over "is "ead from the moment he begins to approach you. I am your fytheful servant, John Davis.
Huish read the letter with the innocent joy of amateurs, chuckled gustfully to himself, and reopened it more than once after it was folded, to repeat the pleasure; Davis meanwhile sitting inert and heavily frowning.
Of a sudden he rose; he seemed all abroad. "No!" he cried. "No! it can"t be! It"s too much; it"s d.a.m.nation. G.o.d would never forgive it."
"Well, and "oo wants Him to?" returned Huish, shrill with fury. "You were d.a.m.ned years ago for the Sea Rynger, and said so yourself. Well then, be d.a.m.ned for something else, and "old your tongue."
The captain looked at him mistily. "No," he pleaded, "no, old man! don"t do it."
""Ere now," said Huish, "I"ll give you my ultimytum. Go or st"y w"ere you are; I don"t mind; I"m goin" to see that man and chuck this vitriol in his eyes. If you st"y I"ll go alone; the n.i.g.g.e.rs will likely knock me on the "ead, and a fat lot you"ll be the better! But there"s one thing sure: I"ll "ear no more of your moonin", mullygrubbin" rot, and tyke it stryte."
The captain took it with a blink and a gulp. Memory, with phantom voices, repeated in his cars something similar, something he had once said to Herrick--years ago it seemed.
"Now, gimme over your pistol," said Huish. "I "ave to see all clear. Six shots, and mind you don"t wyste them."
The captain, like a man in a nightmare, laid down his revolver on the table, and Huish wiped the cartridges and oiled the works.
It was close on noon, there was no breath of wind, and the heat was scarce bearable, when the two men came on deck, had the boat manned, and pa.s.sed down, one after another, into the stern-sheets. A white shirt at the end of an oar served as a flag of truce; and the men, by direction, and to give it the better chance to be observed, pulled with extreme slowness. The isle shook before them like a place incandescent; on the face of the lagoon blinding copper suns, no bigger than sixpences, danced and stabbed them in the eyeb.a.l.l.s; there went up from sand and sea, and even from the boat, a glare of scathing brightness; and as they could only peer abroad from between closed lashes, the excess of light seemed to be changed into a sinister darkness, comparable to that of a thundercloud before it bursts.
The captain had come upon this errand for any one of a dozen reasons, the last of which was desire for its success. Superst.i.tion rules all men; semi-ignorant and gross natures, like that of Davis, it rules utterly. For murder he had been prepared; but this horror of the medicine in the bottle went beyond him, and he seemed to himself to be parting the last strands that united him to G.o.d. The boat carried him on to reprobation, to d.a.m.nation; and he suffered himself to be carried pa.s.sively consenting, silently bidding farewell to his better self and his hopes. Huish sat by his side in towering spirits that were not wholly genuine. Perhaps as brave a man as ever lived, brave as a weasel, he must still rea.s.sure himself with the tones of his own voice; he must play his part to exaggeration, he must out-Herod Herod, insult all that was respectable, and brave all that was formidable, in a kind of desperate wager with himself.
"Golly, but it"s "ot!" said he. "Cruel "ot, I call it. Nice d"y to get your gruel in! I s"y, you know, it must feel awf"ly peculiar to get bowled over on a d"y like this. I"d rather "ave it on a cowld and frosty morning, wouldn"t you? (Singing) ""Ere we go round the mulberry bush on a cowld and frosty mornin"." (Spoken) Give you my word, I "aven"t thought o" that in ten year; used to sing it at a hinfant school in "Ackney, "Ackney Wick it was. (Singing) "This is the way the tyler does, the tyler does." (Spoken) Bloomin" "umbug. "Ow are you off now, for the notion of a future styte? Do you cotton to the tea-fight views, or the old red "ot boguey business?"
"Oh, dry up!" said the captain.
"No, but I want to know," said Huish. "It"s within the sp"ere of practical politics for you and me, my boy; we may both be bowled over, one up, t"other down, within the next ten minutes. It would be rather a lark, now, if you only skipped across, came up smilin" t"other side, and a hangel met you with a B. and S. under his wing. "Ullo, you"d s"y: come, I tyke this kind."