"Where"s the captain of this----?" and he left the phrase unfinished, finding no epithet sufficiently energetic for his thoughts.
It did not appear whom or what he was addressing; but a head, presumably the cook"s, appeared in answer at the galley door.
"In the cabin, at dinner," said the cook deliberately, chewing as he spoke.
"Is that cargo out?"
"No, sir."
"None of it?"
"O, there"s some of it out. We"ll get at the rest of it livelier to-morrow, I guess."
"I guess there"ll be something broken first," said Pinkerton, and strode to the cabin.
Here we found a man, fat, dark, and quiet, seated gravely at what seemed a liberal meal. He looked up upon our entrance; and seeing Pinkerton continue to stand facing him in silence, hat on head, arms folded, and lips compressed, an expression of mingled wonder and annoyance began to dawn upon his placid face.
"Well!" said Jim; "and so this is what you call rushing around?"
"Who are you?" cries the captain.
"Me! I"m Pinkerton!" retorted Jim, as though the name had been a talisman.
"You"re not very civil, whoever you are," was the reply. But still a certain effect had been produced, for he scrambled to his feet, and added hastily, "A man must have a bit of dinner, you know, Mr.
Pinkerton."
"Where"s your mate?" snapped Jim.
"He"s up town," returned the other.
"Up town!" sneered Pinkerton. "Now, I"ll tell you what you are: you"re a Fraud; and if I wasn"t afraid of dirtying my boot, I would kick you and your dinner into that dock."
"I"ll tell you something, too," retorted the captain, duskily flushing.
"I wouldn"t sail this ship for the man you are, if you went upon your knees. I"ve dealt with gentlemen up to now."
"I can tell you the names of a number of gentlemen you"ll never deal with any more, and that"s the whole of Longhurst"s gang," said Jim.
"I"ll put your pipe out in that quarter, my friend. Here, rout out your traps as quick as look at it, and take your vermin along with you. I"ll have a captain in, this very night, that"s a sailor, and some sailors to work for him."
"I"ll go when I please, and that"s to-morrow morning," cried the captain after us, as we departed for the sh.o.r.e.
"There"s something gone wrong with the world to-day; it must have come bottom up!" wailed Pinkerton. "Bellairs, and then the hotel clerk, and now This Fraud! And what am I to do for a captain, Loudon, with Longhurst gone home an hour ago, and the boys all scattered?"
"I know," said I. "Jump in!" And then to the driver: "Do you know Black Tom"s?"
Thither then we rattled; pa.s.sed through the bar, and found (as I had hoped) Johnson in the enjoyment of club life. The table had been thrust upon one side; a South Sea merchant was discoursing music from a mouth-organ in one corner; and in the middle of the floor Johnson and a fellow-seaman, their arms clasped about each other"s bodies, somewhat heavily danced. The room was both cold and close; a jet of gas, which continually menaced the heads of the performers, shed a coa.r.s.e illumination; the mouth-organ sounded shrill and dismal; and the faces of all concerned were church-like in their gravity. It were, of course, indelicate to interrupt these solemn frolics; so we edged ourselves to chairs, for all the world like belated comers in a concert-room, and patiently waited for the end. At length the organist, having exhausted his supply of breath, ceased abruptly in the middle of a bar. With the cessation of the strain, the dancers likewise came to a full stop, swayed a moment, still embracing, and then separated and looked about the circle for applause.
"Very well danced!" said one; but it appears the compliment was not strong enough for the performers, who (forgetful of the proverb) took up the tale in person.
"Well," said Johnson. "I mayn"t be no sailor, but I can dance!"
And his late partner, with an almost pathetic conviction, added, "My foot is as light as a feather."
Seeing how the wind set, you may be sure I added a few words of praise before I carried Johnson alone into the pa.s.sage: to whom, thus mollified, I told so much as I judged needful of our situation, and begged him, if he would not take the job himself, to find me a smart man.
"Me!" he cried. "I couldn"t no more do it than I could try to go to h.e.l.l!"
"I thought you were a mate?" said I.
"So I am a mate," giggled Johnson, "and you don"t catch me shipping noways else. But I"ll tell you what, I believe I can get you Arty Nares: you seen Arty; first-rate navigator and a son of a gun for style." And he proceeded to explain to me that Mr. Nares, who had the promise of a fine barque in six months, after things had quieted down, was in the meantime living very private, and would be pleased to have a change of air.
I called out Pinkerton and told him. "Nares!" he cried, as soon as I had come to the name. "I would jump at the chance of a man that had had Nares"s trousers on! Why, Loudon, he"s the smartest deep-water mate out of San Francisco, and draws his dividends regular in service and out."
This hearty indorsation clinched the proposal; Johnson agreed to produce Nares before six the following morning; and Black Tom, being called into the consultation, promised us four smart hands for the same hour, and even (what appeared to all of us excessive) promised them sober.
The streets were fully lighted when we left Black Tom"s: street after street sparkling with gas or electricity, line after line of distant luminaries climbing the steep sides of hills towards the overvaulting darkness; and on the other hand, where the waters of the bay invisibly trembled, a hundred riding lanterns marked the position of a hundred ships. The sea-fog flew high in heaven; and at the level of man"s life and business it was clear and chill. By silent consent, we paid the hack off, and proceeded arm in arm towards the Poodle Dog for dinner.
At one of the first h.o.a.rdings, I was aware of a bill-sticker at work: it was a late hour for this employment, and I checked Pinkerton until the sheet should be unfolded. This is what I read:--
TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD.
OFFICERS AND MEN OF THE
WRECKED BRIG FLYING SCUD
APPLYING,
PERSONALLY OR BY LETTER,
AT THE OFFICE OF JAMES PINKERTON, MONTANA BLOCK,
BEFORE NOON TO-MORROW, TUESDAY, 12TH,
WILL RECEIVE
TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD.
"This is your idea, Pinkerton!" I cried.
"Yes. They"ve lost no time; I"ll say that for them--not like the Fraud,"
said he. "But mind you, Loudon, that"s not half of it. The cream of the idea"s here: we know our man"s sick; well, a copy of that has been mailed to every hospital, every doctor, and every drug-store in San Francisco."
Of course, from the nature of our business, Pinkerton could do a thing of the kind at a figure extremely reduced; for all that, I was appalled at the extravagance, and said so.
"What matter a few dollars now?" he replied sadly. "It"s in three months that the pull comes, Loudon."
We walked on again in silence, not without a shiver. Even at the Poodle Dog, we took our food with small appet.i.te and less speech; and it was not until he was warmed with a third gla.s.s of champagne that Pinkerton cleared his throat and looked upon me with a deprecating eye.
"Loudon," said he, "there was a subject you didn"t wish to be referred to. I only want to do so indirectly. It wasn"t"--he faltered--"it wasn"t because you were dissatisfied with me?" he concluded, with a quaver.