"But didn"t you ask? Aren"t you consumed with curiosity? Who is in charge of the bridge?"
"Mr. Tagg. His stock of information is limited. "Cleared the islands at four bells; course South-40-East" is practically all he has to say."
"It may be, then, that you are good at guessing? Have you not heard that the Baron is with us?"
"Yes, Miss Fenshawe, I knew that last night. Indeed, I heard his boat hail the watch. I was lying awake, and the Baron"s voice is easily recognizable."
"Mrs. Haxton seems to have succeeded where all else failed. Did you see any of their companions? Was El Jaridiah with them?"
"No. I plead guilty to opening a port and looking out. The tide carried the boat close beneath me when she was cast loose from the gangway. El Jaridiah, or Abdullah, if that is his name, was not there."
"It is all very mysterious and puzzling," said Irene, gazing at the purple mountains which fringed the southwest horizon. "I am sorry we have not been able to reward the man, and I had set my heart on buying Moti. Don"t you think it was rather wonderful that such a weedy-looking animal should have carried us so safely?"
"It was all very wonderful," d.i.c.k replied, but he did not dare to meet the glance suddenly turned on him. For some reason, Miss Fenshawe decided to guide their talk into a less personal channel.
"If the breakfast gong does not ring immediately, I shall go and hammer on grandad"s door," she vowed. "He hates being disturbed when he is dressing, but I am simply aching to find out what has happened and where we are going. And, talking of aches, Mr. Royson, look at my poor wrists."
She held out both her hands, close together, with the palms downwards.
Royson noticed instantly she was wearing a beautiful marquise ring on the middle finger of her left hand. The rules which govern the use of these baubles were beyond his ken. A plain gold ring on a lady"s so- called fourth finger is a marriage token known to all men, but he had not the ghost of an idea where an engagement ring should be carried, and he jumped to the conclusion that the girl was wearing one. Why had he never seen it before, he wondered? Was it a hint, a reminder of the conventions? It is probable that Irene herself would have been surprised if she were told that it was once the custom for engaged young ladies to reveal their happiness by displaying a ring on the middle finger, while those who were free but prepared to wed might coyly announce the fact by a ring on the index finger. Be that as it may, Royson was dumfounded by the sight of the glistening diamonds.
They winked at him evilly, and his tongue tripped:
"I cannot tell you how sorry I am," he murmured thickly, Irene dropped her hands.
"Unless you are able to squint, you didn"t look at my wrists at all,"
she exclaimed. A gong pealed loudly from the cabin, and she ran off.
d.i.c.k made for the chart-room, in front of which Tagg was leaning on the rail and gazing ahead.
"You"ve bin quick," said the chief. ""Keep her steady as she goes, South-40-East, until the ole raw comes on deck. If the wind drops, call "im."
Then d.i.c.k remembered that Tagg had bidden him have his breakfast before he came on duty. Royson said nothing, but took his station on the bridge. Tagg, being lame, preferred to swing himself to the main deck, whence he hopped into the small cabin where the officers ate their meals. He came back instantly.
"Wot"s the game?" he inquired sympathetically.
"You"ve eaten nothin". Feelin" bad?"
"No. Oh, no," Royson laughed and reddened.
"Then wot"s wrong? Didn"t you fancy the corfee an" bacon, after the high livin" ash.o.r.e?"
"The fact is, I met Miss Fenshawe, and she detained me a few minutes."
"Is that any reason why you shouldn"t eat?"
"None whatever. I--er--really--forgot."
"Forgot your breakfast! Come orf of it."
Tagg climbed up, monkey-like.
"Take my tip," he said earnestly, "This is a bad climate to go hungry in. You"d "ave a touch of the sun in less"n no time. Just go below, an"
force yerself to nibble a bit. It"ll do you good, an" I don"t mind keepin" watch another spell."
Royson obeyed in silence. His friend"s kindliness supplied an unconscious but necessary tonic to his system. Obviously, the second mate of the _Aphrodite_ had no business to trouble his head about the symbolism of rings worn by Miss Irene Fenshawe. Yet he wished he knew which was the engagement finger.
Shortly before noon Captain Stump came on deck to take the sun. This was a semi-religious rite with Stump. Though the contours of the coast drawn along two sides of the Admiralty chart rendered a solar observation quite needless within sight of land, he proceeded to ascertain the yacht"s position according to the formula, or, at any rate, according to such portion of it as applied to his rule-of-thumb calculations. Having p.r.i.c.ked the chart and written the log, Stump bit the end off a cigar. He was ready for a gossip with Royson.
"You won"t find life quite so lively at Aden as at Ma.s.sowah," he said.
"We are bound for Aden, then?"
"Where did you think we was headin" for? Melbourne?"
"Well, sir, if I gave any thought to it I inclined more to the belief that we were making for our original destination."
"An" where was that?"
"A bay somewhere south of us, not far from Perin."
"Have you heard anything fresh?" asked Stamp quickly.
"Not a word. But, if we reach Aden, I suppose the expedition will be abandoned."
"They"re chewin" about it now in the saloon," said the skipper, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there was no one within earshot. His sailor"s eye swept the horizon at the same instant, and he saw a smoke-blur some miles astern. Breaking off the conversation abruptly, he Weal into the chart-house, and returned with a telescope, which, he balanced against a stay.
"There"s a steamer comin" after us in a desprit hurry," he announced, when a prolonged examination had enabled him to form an opinion.
"After us?" repeated d.i.c.k.
"That"s the way I read it. She"s from Ma.s.sowah. The reg"lar channel is fifty miles east. Tell you wot, it"s that I-talian gunboat the guv"nor spoke about."
"But she was not in port when we left."
"No. We pa.s.sed her comin" in."
"Ah, she recognized us?"
"Not much. We were under sail, an carried no masthead light. When I twigged hers I tied a couple of sou"westers over our side lights. It"s a good thing at sea to mind your own business sometimes, an", more"n that, to take care that other people mind theirs when they want to be nasty."
"Shall we keep on under canvas, sir?"
"As long as the wind lasts," said Stump, closing the telescope and rolling off towards the saloon. Within a minute all hands were on deck.
The corporate life of a small ship is closely knit. The word had gone round that a gunboat was in pursuit, and every one wanted to see her.
Mr. Fenshawe and Baron von Kerber stood apart. The older man was visibly annoyed by this new instance of Italian interference. Royson, pacing the tiny bridge, caught an occasional glimpse of the millionaire"s emphatic gestures. The Austrian was more sallow than usual, but that might be the result of his unpleasant experiences on the previous day. Irene came to the bridge. Though she knew that none except the captain might converse with the officer on duty, she whispered timidly:
"They won"t fire at us, Mr. Royson, will they?"
He smiled rea.s.suringly. The tremor in her voice was delightful. It made him forget that wretched ring for a moment.