"That is what I want. But tell me, captain, will you be able to replace Mr. Royson? I believe he is useful when it comes to sailing the yacht, yet I have no doubt you can dispense with him?"
Stomp was shrewd in a limited way. He caught the drift of von Kerber"s comment, and it did not help to further the scheme which the latter had in mind.
"Mr. Royson?" came the quick growl. "What of him? Next to Tagg, he"s the best man in the crowd."
"Possibly, but I have reason to believe that he wishes to return to England."
"He hasn"t said so."
"Not to you, perhaps, but I know it is so, and I do not wish to detain him when our numbers are already ample for all purposes. I am awkwardly placed in the matter, as Mr. Fenshawe feels under a slight obligation to him, so I shall be glad if you will pay him off to-morrow, on a generous basis, of course, with every allowance for the expenses of the homeward pa.s.sage."
"Wot?" said Stump, moving restlessly under von Kerber"s fixed gaze.
"D"ye mean it, mister?"
"I do, most certainly."
"Then you"d better fix the business yourself. You engaged him, like the rest of us. I like the lad, and I"d take it ill to be axed to fire him.
No, sir. That ain"t in my department this trip. It"d be a bird of another color if he was no good. But he"s a first-rater, an" I, for one, will be sorry to lose him. If you don"t take my word for it, ax Tagg. He knows a man when he see him, does Tagg, an" he hasn"t forgotten that upper cut Mr. Royson gev" a land shark in Ma.r.s.eilles when the crowd set about you."
Stump was profoundly moved, or he would not have made such a long speech, and von Kerber knew that his flank attack had failed. Indeed, the gruff sailor had as good as charged him with rank ingrat.i.tude.
"Oh, if you think that way about it," said he coolly, "we can let the project drop for the present. I was only considering Mr. Royson"s own interests. Whether he goes or stays, it does not concern me in the least. Have a cigarette? Ah, you prefer a pipe, yes? Well, good night, captain. We shall not be rocked to sleep by the wild waves to-night, I imagine."
Stump joined Tagg on the bridge. He jerked a thumb after the Baron"s retreating figure.
"That German swab wants me to boot Royson," he muttered.
"Boot Royson? The idee! Wot for?"
"He piled it on thick about wot he called Royson"s own interests, but I knew better"n that. It don"t suit his book for our dandy second mate to be sparkin" the owner"s granddaughter abaft the lantern. You take my tip, Tagg, that other woman, Mrs. Haxton, is as mean as, sin, an" she blew the gaff to-night when she dropped on "em after supper."
"I"ve always thought her a bit of a cat," agreed Tagg.
"An" wot did you say?"
"Say, I tole "im to do his dirty work hisself. Mark my words, Tagg, he"ll not tackle the job for fear it comes to the gal"s ears. You watch him close up like an oyster."
Stump was a prophet worthy of honor, though d.i.c.k did not appreciate the Baron"s friendly solicitude about his affairs until long afterwards.
But he did learn by chance how amply justified Irene was in her fear that he might be asked to leave the ship. The _Aphrodite_ was spinning down the Gulf of Suez late next day, under all her snowy spread of sail, when Royson went aloft to a.s.sure himself that a stiff pulley on the fore yard was in good working order. He found that it needed a slight readjustment, and the alteration, was troublesome owing to the strain of a steady breeze. He persevered, put matters right, and was climbing down to the deck when, through the foresail, he heard voices discussing none other than himself.
Mrs. Haxton and von Kerber had strolled, forward, and were leaning over the side of the ship, never dreaming that the man they were talking of was within a few feet of them above their heads, though hidden by the sail.
"I was exceedingly surprised to find that he was not sent ash.o.r.e with the pilot at Suez," the lady was saying. "No matter what his present position may be, he is a baronet"s nephew and prospective heir it would seem. It is sheer madness on your part to keep a man like him on board."
"But I tell you that I asked Stump to discharge him, and met with a blank refusal," replied the Baron irritably.
"That is even more amazing. Are not these men your servants?"
"Yes, in a sense. Try to understand me, Maud. I had to select men of good character, or they might fail me in the hour of real need. If you hire pirates you must expect them to act like pirates, yes? Stump favors Royson, so he pointed out that as I had engaged him I must dismiss him. And you know quite well, if you would only be reasonable, that any such action on my part could hardly fail to arouse some measure of doubt in Fenshawe"s mind, which is the very thing we wish to avoid."
"I think you are wrong, nevertheless."
"You should not say that if you are not prepared to tell me how I could arrange an awkward business better. And what are you afraid of? He is as keen as any of us for the adventure, and he will be well paid if it succeeds."
"You are a poor conspirator, my dear Franz," laughed Mrs. Haxton disagreeably. "If you were really the clever person you think yourself you would know that such a man may leaven the whole crew with his ideas of honor. And, when the pressure comes, he will have an excellent helper in that girl. She, too, should have been left at home. Oh, nonsense! Had you given me the ordering of affairs neither she nor this young down-at-heels aristocrat would be here today. I am not saying this merely to annoy you, as you seem to believe, but to warn you. Be on your guard, Franz. Things are going too smoothly. No great fortune was ever yet won without a hitch or two on the road, and we are not far from the Five Hills now."
They moved away. d.i.c.k went back to his pulley, surveyed the deck over the fore yard, and deferred his descent until "Franz" and "Maud" were at the other end of the vessel. Since they came on board they had been "Baron von Kerber" and "Mrs. Haxton" in the presence of others. What desperate game were they playing that demanded these small deceits-- what hazard of fortune was it that gave rise to the woman"s Ca.s.sandra- like forebodings? Von Kerber had been candid enough in the statement he put forward voluntarily at Ma.r.s.eilles. Any one could guess the uncertainties of a quest depending on a doc.u.ment two thousand years old, while its dangers were manifest. Mr. Fenshawe and Irene must be cognizant of the open risks, and it was idle to suppose that they did not appreciate the un.o.btrusive way in which the yacht was being hurried to her destination. Why, then, should von Kerber and Mrs. Haxton share some secret understanding, the outcome of which was doubtful, and, above all else, why should they fear the influence that a young and unknown man might exercise on the crew?
"Egypt is the land of riddles," mused d.i.c.k, as he gazed at the russet and purple hills which spring up so suddenly to guard the strange sea thrust by nature into the bosom of a fiery land. "My best course is to adopt the att.i.tude of the Sphinx. I shall keep my eyes open and say nothing."
He forgot, however, that the chief characteristic of the Sphinx is an enduring patience, and he chafed at the colorless monotony of the next few days. The Aphrodite crept under sail five hundred miles to the south, until the wind died of sheer exhaustion. Then the engines took their turn, and the yacht exchanged the steady roll of a topsail schooner for the quivering uneasiness of a steam-driven ship. But sail or steam, the pace was slow, and the pa.s.sage of the Red Sea left its record on the smart little vessel in the shape of blistered paint, gaping seams, and planks from which the sweated pitch was no sooner holy-stoned than it oozed forth again to smear their purity. Though stout awnings defied the direct fury of the sun they could not shut out its glare and furnace heat. And the human barometer showed the stress of life. Stump was a caldron in himself, Tagg a bewhiskered malediction in damp linen. The temper of the crew, stifling in crowded quarters, suggested--that they were suffering from a plague of bolls. As a mere pastime, there was an occasional fight in the forecastle. Unhappily for the disputants, Stump had a ready ear for these frays, and he would rush in to settle them with a vigor that left the pugilists prostrate.
Then he would recover his caustic humor for half an hour, and regale Royson with yarns of things wot happened when the Bed Sea was reelly hot. This weather was on"y warm. Why, once when he was aboard the _Ocean Queen_, her bunker gev" out six hours north o" Perim, but he whipped the awnin"s off, an" the sun kep" up a head o" steam in the boilers until she ran into port.
The saloon party found existence more endurable. They had adjustable window-shades, and electric fans, and there was a sheltered deck over their heads. So they dozed away the hot hours placidly until the memorable day dawned when Stump, after much close scrutiny of charts, ventured to leave the safe channel down the center of the Red Sea and stand in towards the African coast.
"Ma.s.sowah!" was on every tongue, and the general listlessness vanished.
Soon a dim land-line appeared. It grew into a range of barren mountains, broken by narrow, precipice-guarded valleys. Then a thin strip of flat fore-sh.o.r.e became visible. It deepened into a flat island, barely two miles long, and a.s.sumed a habitable aspect. A lighthouse marked a fine harbor. A custom-house, a fort, several jetties, and a town of fairly tall buildings stood clear from a scattered gathering of coral-built Arab houses and hundreds of gra.s.s and mat huts. In a word, man had conquered the wilderness, and a busy community had sprung into being between the silent sea and the arid earth.
While the _Aphrodite_ was picking her way cautiously to the anchorage ground, d.i.c.k, who was on the bridge with the captain, heard some broken talk between Mr. Fenshawe and the Baron. The latter, with subdued energy, was urging some point which the older man refused to yield. The discussion was keen, and the millionaire betrayed a polite resentment of his companion"s views.
"I am sure the Italian authorities will place no obstacle in our way,"
he declared at last. "When all is said and done, the interest of our trip is mainly archeological. Why should you hold this absurd notion that we may be refused official sanction?"
He spoke emphatically, with unveiled impatience. d.i.c.k could not make out the Austrian"s reply, but Mr. Fenshawe"s next words showed that, whatever the matter in dispute, he had a will of his own, and meant to exercise it.
"It is useless to try to convince me on that head," he exclaimed. "I would turn back this instant rather than act in the way you suggest.
You must allow me to follow my original plan. We shall obtain a valid permit from the Governor. If, contrary to my expectation, he refers the final decision to the Italian Foreign Department, we shall await cabled instructions. Our amba.s.sador at Rome can vouch for us. He is an old friend of mine, and I only regret that I did not obey my first impulse and write to him before I left London."
Von Kerber a.s.serted that there was some danger of the Somali Arabs becoming excited If they heard of the expedition. Mr. Fenshawe laughed.
"Arabs!" he cried. "How long has that bee buzzed In your bonnet. The only lawless tribes In this country are far away in the interior. And even they are apt to think many times before they offer active resistance to the pa.s.sing of a strong and well-intentioned _kafila_.
Besides, my dear fellow, we must purchase some portion of our equipment here. It is secrecy, not candor, that would endanger our mission.
Believe me, you are suffering from Red Sea spleen. It distorts your normal vision. You certainly took a different view of the situation when we determined its main features in London."
Royson was careful not to look at the speakers. Between him and them was seated Mrs. Haxton, and he knew that she, too, was an attentive listener. Von Kerber began to explain the reasons which lay behind his change of opinion, but Stump"s voice suddenly recalled d.i.c.k to his duties.
"Stand by the anchor, Mr. Royson," he said, "and see that everything is clear when I tell you to let go."
Irene heard the order.
"I want to watch the anchor flop overboard," she announced, springing up from a deck chair. "I think I shall accompany you, Mr. Royson."
d.i.c.k held out his hand to help her down the short companionway. They had not exchanged many words since that memorable night in the ca.n.a.l, and the penetrating look in the girl"s eyes warned Royson now that she was about to say something not meant for others to hear.
"You have not forgotten?" she murmured.
"No," he answered.