"Meaning Miss Yorke?" asked the other, who did not require to look twice at this stern-visaged man to grasp the futility of any words but the plainest.
"Yes."
"She will be safer at Maceio than at Pernambuco. Our only danger at either place will be encountered at the actual moment of landing. At Maceio there is practically no risk of finding a warship in the harbor.
That is why we are going there."
"And not because you are more likely to find adherents there?"
"It is a much smaller town than Pernambuco, and my strength lies outside the large cities, I admit. But there can be no question as to our wisdom in preferring Maceio, even where the young lady"s well-being is concerned."
"I think differently. At Maceio there are few, if any, Europeans. At Pernambuco the large English-speaking community will protect her, no matter what President is in power. I must ask you to reconsider your plan. Land Miss Yorke and me at Pernambuco, and then betake yourself and those who follow you where you will."
c.o.ke jerked himself into the dispute.
""Ere, wot"s wrong now?" he demanded angrily. "Since w"en "as a second officer begun to fix the ship"s course?"
"I am not your second officer, nor are you my commander," said Philip.
"At present we are fellow-pirates, or, at best, running the gravest risk of being regarded as pirates by any court of law. I don"t care a cent personally what port we make, but I do care most emphatically for Miss Yorke"s safety."
"We"ve argied the pros an" cons, an" it"s to be Maceio," growled c.o.ke.
Dom Corria"s precise tones broke in on what threatened to develop into a serious dispute.
"You would have been asked to join in the discussion, if, apparently, you were not better engaged at the moment, Mr. Hozier," he said. "I a.s.sure you, on my honor, that there are many reasons in favor of Maceio even from the exclusive point of view of Miss Yorke"s immediate future.
She will be well cared for. I promise to make that my first consideration. The army is mainly for me, and Senhor San Benavides"s regiment is stationed at Maceio. The navy, on the other hand, supports Dom Miguel Barraca, who supplanted me, and we shall surely meet a cruiser or gunboat at Pernambuco. You see, therefore, that common prudence----"
"I see that, whether willing or not, we are to be made the tools of your ambition," interrupted Hozier curtly. "It is also fairly evident that I am the only man of the _Andromeda"s_ company whom you have not bribed to obey you. Well, be warned now by me. If circ.u.mstances fail to justify your change of route, I shall make it my business to settle at least one revolution in Brazil by cracking your skull."
San Benavides, hearing the names of the two ports, understood exactly why the young Englishman was making such a strenuous protest. He moved nearer, laying an ostentatious hand on the sword that clanked everlastingly at his heels. He had never been taught, it seemed, that a man who can use his fists commands a readier weapon than a sword in its scabbard. Hozier eyed him. There was no love lost between them.
For a fraction of a second San Benavides was in a position of real peril.
Then Dom Corria said coldly:
"No interference, I pray you, Senhor Adjudante. Kindly withdraw."
His tone was eminently official. San Benavides saluted and stepped back. The dark scar on De Sylva"s forehead had grown a shade lighter, but there was no other visible sign of anger in his face, and his luminous eyes peered steadily into Hozier"s.
"Let me understand!" he said. "You hold my life as forfeit if any mischance befalls Miss Yorke?"
"Yes."
"I accept that. Of course, you no longer challenge my direction of affairs?"
"I am no match for you in argument, senhor, but I do want you to believe that I shall keep my part of the compact."
c.o.ke, familiar with De Sylva"s resources as a debater, and by no means unwilling to see Hozier "taken down a peg," as he phrased it; eager, too, to witness the Brazilian officer"s discomfiture if the second mate "handed it to him," thought it was time to a.s.sert himself.
"I"m goin" to "ave a nap," he announced. "Either you or Watts must take "old. W"ich is it to be?"
"No need to ask Mr. Hozier any such question," said the suave Dom Corria. "You can trust him implicitly. He is with us now--to the death. Captain San Benavides, a word with you."
"South a bit," repeated the skipper. "Call me at two bells in the second dog."
He was turning to leave the bridge with the Brazilians when a cheery voice came from a gangway beneath.
"Yah, yah, mine frent--that"s the proper lubricant. I wouldn"t give you tuppence a dozen for your bloomin" lager. Well, just a freshener.
Thanks. Ik danky shun!"
"You spik Tcherman vare goot," was the reply.
"Talk a little of all sorts. Used to sing a Jarman song once. What was that you was a-hummin" in your cabin? Nice chune. I"ve a musical ear meself."
Someone sang a verse in a subdued baritone, tremulous with sentiment.
The melody was haunting, the words almost pathetic under the conditions of life on board the disheveled _Unser Fritz_. They told of Vienna, the city beloved of its sons.
Es gibt nur eine Kaiser Stadt, Es gibt nur eine Wien.
"Shake, me boy!" cried the enraptured Watts to the ship"s captain. "I do"n" know wot it"s all about, but it"s reel fine. Something to do with a gal, I expect. Well, "ere"s one of the same kidney:
I know a maiden fair to see, Take care!
She can both false and friendly be, Beware, beware!
Trust her not, She is fooling thee!"
Mr. Watts was both charmed and surprised when the friendly skipper joined in the concluding lines in his own language. But his pleasure was short-lived. c.o.ke"s inflamed visage glowered into the mess room.
"Sink me if you ain"t a daisy!" he roared, pouncing on a three-quarters filled bottle of rum. "D"you fancy we"re goin" to land you at Maceio cryin" drunk? No, sir, not this time. Over it goes, an" if you ain"t dam careful, over you go after it!"
Watts could have wept without the artificial stimulus of the rum. To see good liquor slung into the sea in that fashion--well, it was a sin, that"s wot it was! But c.o.ke"s furious eye quelled him; and revel and song ceased.
Above, on the bridge, Hozier smiled sourly at the squall which had so suddenly beset the fair argosy of the convivial-minded Watts. He tried to invest the incident with an excess of humor. Any excuse would serve to still certain disquieting doubts that were springing into alarming activity. Had he gone the best way to work in allaying Iris"s conscience-stricken qualms? Was he justified in adopting such a bold line with De Sylva? Could it be possible--no, he refused to harbor any mean thought of Iris. She loved him, he was sure; his love for her was at once a torment and an excruciating bliss, and both of these wearing sensations sadly detracted from the efficiency of the officer of the watch. So our distracted Philip pulled himself up sharply, paced back and forth between port and starboard, and surveyed ship, binnacle, and horizon with alert vigilance.
On the fore-deck groups of sailors and firemen belonging to both vessels were fraternizing. There could be little room for speculation as to the subject of their broken talk. It was of De Sylva, of Brazil"s new dictator, of the gold he would control when he became President again. The slow-moving Teutonic mind was beginning to a.s.similate the notion that there was money in this escapade. That the tatterdemalion then closeted with the _Unser Fritz"s_ captain could obtain a certified check for a million sterling, and twenty-five times as many millions of francs, and even then remain a man of means, was unbelievable; but if he regained power, that was different. _Ende gut, alles gut_. There might be pickings in it.
Soon after sunset Iris reappeared. She walked on the after deck with San Benavides, and seemed to be listening with great attention to something he was telling her. Hozier was often compelled to look that way in order to make certain that the _Sao Geronimo_ was not overhauling the ship in one of her circling flights over the wide channel. He wondered what in the world San Benavides was saying that his chatter should be so interesting, and he acknowledged with a pang that Iris was deliberately avoiding his own occasional glances in her direction.
There is no saying what would have happened had he known that the Brazilian was relating the scene that took place on the bridge, suppressing its prime motive, and twisting it greatly to Hozier"s detriment, though with an adroit touch that deprived Iris of any power to resent his words. Indeed, she read her own meaning into Philip"s anxiety to reach Pernambuco, whereas San Benavides was striving to instill the belief that she would find excellent friends at Maceio.
She was far too loyal-hearted to suspect Philip of a hidden purpose in urging that the voyage should end in one port rather than another. But she could not forget that he said repeatedly they would be married in Pernambuco. Indeed, the promise had a glamour of its own, even though it could never be fulfilled. More than once her cheeks glowed with a rush of color that San Benavides attributed to his own delightful personality, and, when she paled again, his voice sank to a deeply sympathetic note.
And here came Watts, rejuvenated, having imbibed many pints of the despised lager, and humming gaily:
Beware, Beware!
Trust her not!
She is foo-oo-ooling thee!
Confound the fellow. Why could he not chant the piratical doggerel that c.o.ke abhorred? That, at least, would have been more appropriate to present surroundings? But would it? Ah, Philip felt a twinge then.
"Touche!" chortled some unseen imp who plied a venomous rapier. Thank goodness, a sailor was standing by the ship"s bell, with his hand on a bit of cord tied to the clapper. It would soon be seven o"clock. Even the companionship of the uncouth skipper was preferable to this brooding solitariness.