"Bear a hand, Davis," the gangster called.
Margaret gurgled low laughter in my ear as she caught the drift of the episode.
The sea-lawyer looked at the other in amazement ere he answered:
"I guess not."
After nodding Sundry Buyers over to him to take the turn Murphy straightened his back and walked close to Davis, then said very quietly:
"I guess yes."
That was all. For a s.p.a.ce neither spoke. Davis seemed to be giving the matter judicial consideration. The men at the capstan panted, rested, and looked on--all save Bombini, who slunk across the deck until he stood at Murphy"s shoulder.
Under such circ.u.mstances the decision Charles Davis gave was eminently the right one, although even then he offered a compromise.
"I"ll hold the turn," he volunteered.
"You"ll lump around one of them capstan-bars," Murphy said.
The sea-lawyer made no mistake. He knew in all absoluteness that he was choosing between life and death, and he limped over to the capstan and found his place. And as the work started, and as he toiled around and around the narrow circle, Margaret and I shamelessly and loudly laughed our approval. And our own men stole for"ard along the p.o.o.p to peer down at the spectacle of Charles Davis at work.
All of which must have pleased Nosey Murphy, for, as he continued to hold the turn and coil down, he kept a critical eye on Davis.
"More juice, Davis!" he commanded with abrupt sharpness.
And Davis, with a startle, visibly increased his efforts.
This was too much for our fellows, who, Asiatics and all, applauded with laughter and hand-clapping. And what could I do? It was a gala day, and our faithful ones deserved some little recompense of amus.e.m.e.nt. So I ignored the breach of discipline and of p.o.o.p etiquette by strolling away aft with Margaret.
At the wheel was one of our storm-waifs. I set the course due east for Valparaiso, and sent the steward below to bring up sufficient food for one substantial meal for the mutineers.
"When do we get our next grub, sir?" Nosey Murphy asked, as the steward served the supplies down to him from the p.o.o.p.
"At midday," I answered. "And as long as you and your gang are good, you"ll get your grub three times each day. You can choose your own watches any way you please. But the ship"s work must be done, and done properly. If it isn"t, then the grub stops. That will do. Now go for"ard."
"One thing more, sir," he said quickly. "Bert Rhine is awful bad. He can"t see, sir. It looks like he"s going to lose his face. He can"t sleep. He groans all the time."
It was a busy day. I made a selection of things from the medicine-chest for the acid-burned gangster; and, finding that Murphy knew how to manipulate a hypodermic syringe, entrusted him with one.
Then, too, I practised with the s.e.xtant and think I fairly caught the sun at noon and correctly worked up the observation. But this is lat.i.tude, and is comparatively easy. Longitude is more difficult. But I am reading up on it.
All afternoon a gentle northerly fan of air snored the _Elsinore_ through the water at a five-knot clip, and our course lay east for land, for the habitations of men, for the law and order that men inst.i.tute whenever they organize into groups. Once in Valparaiso, with police flag flying, our mutineers will be taken care of by the sh.o.r.e authorities.
Another thing I did was to rearrange our watches aft so as to split up the three storm-visitors. Margaret took one in her watch, along with the two sail-makers, Tom Spink, and Louis. Louis is half white, and all trustworthy, so that, at all times, on deck or below, he is told off to the task of never letting the topaz-eyed one out of his sight.
In my watch are the steward, Buckwheat, Wada, and the other two topaz- eyed ones. And to one of them Wada is told off; and to the other is a.s.signed the steward. We are not taking any chances. Always, night and day, on duty or off, these storm-strangers will have one of our proved men watching them.
Yes; and I tried the stranger men out last evening. It was after a council with Margaret. She was sure, and I agreed with her, that the men for"ard are not blindly yielding to our bringing them in to be prisoners in Valparaiso. As we tried to forecast it, their plan is to desert the _Elsinore_ in the boats as soon as we fetch up with the land. Also, considering some of the bitter lunatic spirits for"ard, there would be a large chance of their drilling the _Elsinore"s_ steel sides and scuttling her ere they took to the boats. For scuttling a ship is surely as ancient a practice as mutiny on the high seas.
So it was, at one in the morning, that I tried out our strangers. Two of them I took for"ard with me in the raid on the small boats. One I left beside Margaret, who kept charge of the p.o.o.p. On the other side of him stood the steward with his big hacking knife. By signs I had made it clear to him, and to his two comrades who were to accompany me for"ard, that at the first sign of treachery he would be killed. And not only did the old steward, with signs emphatic and unmistakable, pledge himself to perform the execution, but we were all convinced that he was eager for the task.
With Margaret I also left Buckwheat and Tom Spink. Wada, the two sail- makers, Louis, and the two topaz-eyed ones accompanied me. In addition to fighting weapons we were armed with axes. We crossed the main deck un.o.bserved, gained the bridge by way of the "midship-house, and by way of the bridge gained the top of the for"ard-house. Here were the first boats we began work on; but, first of all, I called in the lookout from the forecastle-head.
He was Mulligan Jacobs; and he picked his way back across the wreck of the bridge where the fore-topgallant-yard still lay, and came up to me unafraid, as implacable and bitter as ever.
"Jacobs," I whispered, "you are to stay here beside me until we finish the job of smashing the boats. Do you get that?"
"As though it could fright me," he growled all too loudly. "Go ahead for all I care. I know your game. And I know the game of the h.e.l.l"s maggots under our feet this minute. "Tis they that"d desert in the boats. "Tis you that"ll smash the boats an" jail "m kit an" crew."
"S-s-s-h," I vainly interpolated.
"What of it?" he went on as loudly as ever. "They"re sleepin" with full bellies. The only night watch we keep is the lookout. Even Rhine"s asleep. A few jolts of the needle has put a clapper to his eternal moanin". Go on with your work. Smash the boats. "Tis nothin" I care.
"Tis well I know my own crooked back is worth more to me than the necks of the sc.u.m of the world below there."
"If you felt that way, why didn"t you join us?" I queried.
"Because I like you no better than them an" not half so well. They are what you an" your fathers have made "em. An" who in h.e.l.l are you an"
your fathers? Robbers of the toil of men. I like them little. I like you and your fathers not at all. Only I like myself and me crooked back that"s a livin" proof there ain"t no G.o.d and makes Browning a liar."
"Join us now," I urged, meeting him in his mood. "It will be easier for your back."
"To h.e.l.l with you," was his answer. "Go ahead an" smash the boats. You can hang some of them. But you can"t touch me with the law. "Tis me that"s a crippled creature of circ.u.mstance, too weak to raise a hand against any man--a feather blown about by the windy contention of men strong in their back an" brainless in their heads."
"As you please," I said.
"As I can"t help pleasin"," he retorted, "bein" what I am an" so made for the little flash between the darknesses which men call life. Now why couldn"t I a-ben a b.u.t.terfly, or a fat pig in a full trough, or a mere mortal man with a straight back an" women to love me? Go on an" smash the boats. Play h.e.l.l to the top of your bent. Like me, you"ll end in the darkness. And your darkness"ll be--as dark as mine."
"A full belly puts the s.p.u.n.k back into you," I sneered.
""Tis on an empty belly that the juice of my dislike turns to acid. Go on an" smash the boats."
"Whose idea was the sulphur?" I asked.
"I"m not tellin" you the man, but I envied him until it showed failure.
An" whose idea was it--to douse the sulphuric into Rhine"s face? He"ll lose that same face, from the way it"s shedding."
"Nor will I tell you," I said. "Though I will tell you that I am glad the idea was not mine."
"Oh, well," he muttered cryptically, "different customs on different ships, as the cook said when he went for"ard to cast off the spanker sheet."
Not until the job was done and I was back on the p.o.o.p did I have time to work out the drift of that last figure in its terms of the sea. Mulligan Jacobs might have been an artist, a philosophic poet, had he not been born crooked with a crooked back.
And we smashed the boats. With axes and sledges it was an easier task than I had imagined. On top of both houses we left the boats ma.s.ses of splintered wreckage, the topaz-eyed ones working most energetically; and we regained the p.o.o.p without a shot being fired. The forecastle turned out, of course, at our noise, but made no attempt to interfere with us.