"Mr. Fenshawe knows, and the two ladies who accompany him have a species of general knowledge."
"If I took c"rect bearin"s, accordin" to your yarn the cargo is planted some distance from the coast?"
"About forty miles."
"An", while some of us goes after it, the yacht will stand off, an" on, waitin" orders, an" mebbe runnin" to Perim or Aden for letters."
"You have grasped the situation, exactly, Captain Stump."
The skipper shifted his cigar from one corner of his mouth to another.
"Sink me," he growled, "I thought it couldn"t be gun-runnin" when there was wimmin mixed up in it. Didn"t I say so, Tagg?"
"You did," agreed Tagg again.
"Gun-running!" repeated von Kerber, "You mean carrying contraband arms, yes? What put that into your head?"
"I"ve not bin cap"n of a ship nigh on fifteen years without larnin" the importance of knowin" wot she"s loaded with," said Stump. "Big or little, in package or bulk, I go through her manifest, an" cheek, it, too."
The Baron laughed softly. He was pale, probably as the result" of his wounds, but he was inflexible in his resolve to arrive at an understanding with his lieutenants before the remaining pa.s.sengers put in an appearance.
"_Ganz gut, herr capitan!_" he cried. "You must have seen our supply of firearms and cartridges, yes?"
"Twenty rifles, twenty-five revolvers, an" enough ammunition to fight a small war." Stamp ticked off each item slowly and looked at Tagg as though he expected him to cry "Tally!"
"Ah! That is well put, yes? If we are called on to fight a small war, as you say, have we got the right sort of men on board? I had to trust to chance. It was the only way. I could not talk plainly in England, you see."
"I don"t know much about "em," said Stump. "I can answer for myself an"
Tagg, an" from wot I hear, Mr. King has a heart of the right size. As for the others, I"ll run the rule over "em between here an" Port Said.
If I have any doubts about one or two, we can ship "em home on a P. an"
O. But, from the cut of their jibs, most of "em are deserters from the Royal Navy, an" the remainder are army reserve men. That sort of crowd is pretty tough, eh, Tagg?"
"Tough!" echoed Tagg. "If they"re "lowed to eat three solid meals every day like the Lord Mayor"s banquets they"ve put out o" sight since they kem aboard, there"ll be no holdin" "em."
"Oh, yes, there will. _I"ll_ hold "em," said Stump.
"And you approve of my reticence thus far?" asked the Baron.
"Of your wot, mister?"
"I mean, that it was wise not to tell them the object of the voyage."
"Take my advice an" tell "em nothin". Wait till they"re frizzlin" in the Red Sea, an" I"ve worked some of the grease out of "em. By that time, wot between p.r.i.c.kly heat an" high livin", they"ll be ready to kill any Gord"s quant.i.ty of I-talians."
"Italians!" snapped von Kerber irritably, "Why do you speak of Italians?"
"It"s your fairy-tale, mister, not mine. You said that wot"s "is name, the Roman who went through the Shebeens, had planted his takin"s in I- talian territory."
"Ah!" The Austrian gasped a little, and his pallor increased. "That is of no consequence--the place--is a desert--we shall meet with no interference."
Then Royson spoke. Hitherto, he had taken no share in the conversation, but he saw that von. Kerber was unable to withstand any further strain.
The man was bearing up gallantly, yet he had reached the limit of endurance, and the trouble, whatever it was, seemed to be wearing his very soul.
"Neither Captain Stump nor Mr. Tagg knows that you are wounded, sir,"
said d.i.c.k. "Perhaps it would, be advisable to defer our talk until the morning."
Von Kerber shaded his face with his hands.
"I cannot add much to what I have said already," he answered. "I think you understand me, I want silence--and good service. Give me these and I shall repay you tenfold."
They went on deck. Stump dug Royson n the ribs.
"It would ha" done me a treat to see you upper cut that Frog," he whispered, his mouth widening in a grin. "I"m good at a straight punch myself, but I"m too short for a swing. Lord love a duck, I wish I"d bin there."
So the burly skipper of the _Aphrodite_ paid slight heed to the wonders half revealed by von Kerber"s story. He had been stirred but for a moment when the project was laid bare. Already his mind was rejecting it. The only matter that concerned him was to bring his ship to her destination in a seaman-like manner, and let who would perplex their brains with fantasy. Indeed, he was beginning to regard the Baron as a harmless lunatic, whom Providence had entrusted with the spending of a rich man"s money for the special benefit of the seafaring community.
"A straight punch!" he repeated, gazing with a species of solemn joy at the men leaning against the rails forward. "They"re a hard-bitten lot from wot I"ve seen of "em, an" they"ll have to have it before they"re at sea with me very long. Won"t they, Tagg?"
"They will," said. Tagg, eying the unconscious watch with equal fixity.
d.i.c.k went to his cabin firm in the belief that he would lie awake half the night. But his brain soon refused to bother itself with problems which time might solve in a manner not yet conceivable, and he slept soundly until he was roused at an early hour. Day dawned bright and clear. A pleasant northwesterly breeze swept the smoke haze from off the town and kissed the blue waters of the land-locked harbor into white-crested wavelets. He took the morning watch, from four o"clock until eight, and all he had to do was to make sure that the men tried to whiten decks already spotless, and cleaned bra.s.s which shone in the sun the instant that luminary peeped over the shoulder of Notre Dame de la Garde. Although the _Aphrodite_ lay inside the mole, her bridge and promenade deck were high enough to permit him to see the rocky islet crowned by the Chateau d"If. He knew that the hero of Dumas"
masterpiece had burrowed a tunnel out of that grim prison, to swim ash.o.r.e an outcast, a man with a price on his head, yet bearing with him the precious paper whose secret should make him the fabulously rich Count of Monte Christo. It was only a soul-stirring romance, a dim legend transformed into vivid life by the genius of the inspired quadroon. But its extraordinary appositeness to the _Aphrodite"s_ quest suddenly occurred to the young Englishman watching the sunlit isle. He was startled at the thought, especially when he contrasted his present condition with his depressed awakening in Brixton five days earlier.
Then he laughed, and a sailor, busily engaged in polishing the gla.s.s front of the wheel-house, followed the direction of his gaze and half interpreted his daydream.
"It"s a bit of a change from the West India Dock Road, ain"t it, sir?"
he asked.
Royson agreed with him, and the two conversed a while, but when the man led the chat round to the probable destination of the yacht, the second mate"s thoughts fell from romance to reality.
"You will be told soon enough where we"re bound for," he answered sharply.
"I"m sorry, sir, if I"ve said anything I shouldn"t," said the other.
"But the chaps forrard made out that there"s a bit of a mystery in it, an" I argied they was talkin" nonsense."
"You were quite right. The owner and a party of ladies will be on board to-day, and then you will find out our destination."
"Ladies, you say, sir? That settles it. This is no Riff pirates job, then?"
Royson turned on his heel. So others, as well as Captain Stump, had drawn conclusions from those boxes of arms and ammunition? If Baron Franz von Kerber deemed it necessary to provide a warlike equipment, how could he permit an elderly gentleman like Mr. Fenshawe, and a charming girl like Irene, to say nothing of others yet unknown to Royson, to share in the risk of a venture demanding such safeguards?
That was a puzzle, but it disturbed d.i.c.k not a whit. Somehow, the mention of the desert and its secret h.o.a.rd had stirred him strangely.
It seemed to touch unknown springs in his being. He felt the call of the far-flung solitude, and his heart was glad that fortune had bound up his lot with that of the winsome woman who smiled on him so graciously when they parted in Hyde Park.
Then a steward announced breakfast, and the mirage vanished. Captain Stump"s greeting showed that his slumbers had not been disturbed by golden visions.
"Mornin"," he said. "I"ve just bin tellin" Tagg." Seeing that his second officer was not enlightened by this remark he went on:
"You"ll want his help if I"m not alongside. Bless your "eart, you can depend on Tagg. He"ll never give you away. He thinks the world of you already."