"No, SIR," said Davis. "She"s dead. Died of a bowel complaint. That was when I was away in the brig Oregon. She lies in Portland, Maine. "Adar, only daughter of Captain John Davis and Mariar his wife, aged five."
I had a doll for her on board. I never took the paper off"n that doll, Herrick; it went down the way it was with the Sea Ranger, that day I was d.a.m.ned."
The Captain"s eyes were fixed on the horizon, he talked with an extraordinary softness but a complete composure; and Herrick looked upon him with something that was almost terror.
"Don"t think I"m crazy neither," resumed Davis. "I"ve all the cold sense that I know what to do with. But I guess a man that"s unhappy"s like a child; and this is a kind of a child"s game of mine. I never could act up to the plain-cut truth, you see; so I pretend. And I warn you square; as soon as we"re through with this talk, I"ll start in again with the pretending. Only, you see, she can"t walk no streets," added the captain, "couldn"t even make out to live and get that doll!"
Herrick laid a tremulous hand upon the captain"s shoulder.
"Don"t do that," cried Davis, recoiling from the touch. "Can"t you see I"m all broken up the way it is? Come along, then; come along, old man; you can put your trust in me right through; come along and get dry clothes."
They entered the cabin, and there was Huish on his knees prising open a case of champagne.
""Vast, there!" cried the captain. "No more of that. No more drinking on this ship."
"Turned teetotal, "ave you?" inquired Hu"sh. "I"m agreeable. About time, eh? Bloomin" nearly lost another ship, I fancy." He took out a bottle and began calmly to burst the wire with the spike of a corkscrew.
"Do you hear me speak?" cried Davis.
"I suppose I do. You speak loud enough," said Huish. "The trouble is that I don"t care."
Herrick plucked the captain"s sleeve. "Let him free now," he said.
"We"ve had all we want this morning."
"Let him have it then," said the captain. "It"s his last."
By this time the wire was open, the string was cut, the head of glided paper was torn away; and Huish waited, mug in hand, expecting the usual explosion. It did not follow. He eased the cork with his thumb; still there was no result. At last he took the screw and drew it. It came out very easy and with scarce a sound.
""Illo!"said Huish. ""Ere"s a bad bottle."
He poured some of the wine into the mug; it was colourless and still. He smelt and tasted it.
"W"y, wot"s this?" he said. "It"s water!"
If the voice of trumpets had suddenly sounded about the ship in the midst of the sea, the three men in the house could scarcely have been more stunned than by this incident. The mug pa.s.sed round; each sipped, each smelt of it; each stared at the bottle in its glory of gold paper as Crusoe may have stared at the footprint; and their minds were swift to fix upon a common apprehension. The difference between a bottle of champagne and a bottle of water is not great; between a shipload of one or the other lay the whole scale from riches to ruin.
A second bottle was broached. There were two cases standing ready in a stateroom; these two were brought out, broken open, and tested. Still with the same result: the contents were still colourless and tasteless, and dead as the rain in a beached fishing-boat.
"Crikey!" said Huish.
"Here, let"s sample the hold!" said the captain, mopping his brow with a back-handed sweep; and the three stalked out of the house, grim and heavy-footed.
All hands were turned out; two Kanakas were sent below, another stationed at a purchase; and Davis, axe in hand, took his place beside the coamings.
"Are you going to let the men know?" whispered Herrick.
"d.a.m.n the men!" said Davis. "It"s beyond that. We"ve got to know ourselves."
Three cases were sent on deck and sampled in turn; from each bottle, as the captain smashed it with the axe, the champagne ran bubbling and creaming.
"Go deeper, can"t you?" cried Davis to the Kanakas in the hold.
The command gave the signal for a disastrous change. Case after case came up, bottle after bottle was burst and bled mere water. Deeper yet, and they came upon a layer where there was scarcely so much as the intention to deceive; where the cases were no longer branded, the bottles no longer wired or papered, where the fraud was manifest and stared them in the face.
"Here"s about enough of this foolery!" said Davis. "Stow back the cases in the hold, Uncle, and get the broken crockery overboard. Come with me," he added to his co-adventurers, and led the way back into the cabin.
Chapter 6. THE PARTNERS
Each took a side of the fixed table; it was the first time they had sat down at it together; but now all sense of incongruity, all memory of differences, was quite swept away by the presence of the common ruin.
"Gentlemen," said the captain, after a pause, and with very much the air of a chairman opening a board-meeting, "we"re sold."
Huish broke out in laughter. "Well, if this ain"t the "ighest old rig!"
he cried. "And Dyvis, "ere, who thought he had got up so bloomin" early in the mornin"! We"ve stolen a cargo of spring water! Oh, my crikey!"
and he squirmed with mirth.
The captain managed to screw out a phantom smile.
"Here"s Old Man Destiny again," said he to Herrick, "but this time I guess he"s kicked the door right in."
Herrick only shook his head.
"O Lord, it"s rich!" laughed Huish. "It would really be a scrumptious lark if it "ad "appened to somebody else! And wot are we to do next? Oh, my eye! with this bloomin" schooner, too?"
"That"s the trouble," said Davis. "There"s only one thing certain: it"s no use carting this old gla.s.s and ballast to Peru. No, SIR, we"re in a hole."
"O my, and the merchand" cried Huish; "the man that made this shipment!
He"ll get the news by the mail brigantine; and he"ll think of course we"re making straight for Sydney."
"Yes, he"ll be a sick merchant," said the captain. "One thing: this explains the Kanaka crew. If you"re going to lose a ship, I would ask no better myself than a Kanaka crew. But there"s one thing it don"t explain; it don"t explain why she came down Tahiti ways."
"Wy, to lose her, you byby!" said Huish.
"A lot you know," said the captain. "n.o.body wants to lose a schooner; they want to lose her ON HER COURSE, you skeericks! You seem to think underwriters haven"t got enough sense to come in out of the rain."
"Well," said Herrick, "I can tell you (I am afraid) why she came so far to the eastward. I had it of Uncle Ned. It seems these two unhappy devils, Wiseman and Wishart, were drunk on the champagne from the beginning--and died drunk at the end."
The captain looked on the table.
"They lay in their two bunks, or sat here in this d.a.m.ned house," he pursued, with rising agitation, "filling their skins with the accursed stuff, till sickness took them. As they sickened and the fever rose, they drank the more. They lay here howling and groaning, drunk and dying, all in one. They didn"t know where they were, they didn"t care.
They didn"t even take the sun, it seems."
"Not take the sun?" cried the captain, looking up. "Sacred Billy! what a crowd!"
"Well, it don"t matter to Joe!" said Huish. "Wot are Wiseman and the t"other buffer to us?"
"A good deal, too," says the captain. "We"re their heirs, I guess."