Floyd was not in a temper to take them, and indicated as much. Then they fell to discussing stores and the sailing of the Southern Cross. The stores were all on board, and the crew were ready. "I had thought of your sailing on Friday," said Hakluyt, "but Friday is not a good day; Thursday is better; that is the day after to-morrow. Will you be ready to sail on Thursday?"
Floyd asked nothing better, and said so; then he waited, expecting Hakluyt to broach2 the subject of Captain Luckman, but Hakluyt did not say a word about that gentleman. They talked of a good many things, but Luckman's name was never mentioned.
Floyd left the office perplexed3 and more disturbed than he would have been had Hakluyt announced his intention of superseding4 him as captain by appointing Luckman to the post.
Was Luckman to be sprung upon him at the last moment? Apparently5 so.
He turned down Market Street. So deep in thought[Pg 233] was he that the passers-by were unnoticed. He walked without aim or object for some two hundred yards till at the corner of Fore1 Street he was brought to reality by a hand laid on his arm.
He turned, and found himself face to face with a tall, bearded man, wearing a slouch hat, roughly dressed yet somehow well-to-do looking, bronzed, hearty6, and healthy with sun and open-air life.
"Captain Cardon!" said Floyd.
"You passed me as if you didn't know me," said the other, laughing. "And I'm Captain Cardon no more; plain Jack7 Cardon, gold prospector8, and down on his luck—that's me. Where the deuce have you sprung from?"
"You don't look particularly down on your luck," said Floyd. "Me? I've sprung from the islands—let's go somewhere and have a talk."
"You come with me," said Cardon, turning and leading the way down Fore Street. "Well, this is a bit of good fortune. I was crazy for the sight of some man I knew other than the bar bummers round here. It's four years since we met, isn't it? And I owe you that five dollars still; lost your postal9 address, or did you give me one?"
Floyd laughed.
He had sailed under Cardon in one of the blackbird freighters, and knew him for what he was—one of the best, most desperate, and irresponsible of men. He had parted from him at 'Frisco in a bar in a haze10 of tobacco smoke, Cardon, relieved of his responsibilities in life by reason of a quarrel with his owners, sitting on a high stool by the counter, a full glass beside him,[Pg 234] and leading the chorus of "A Hot Time in the Old Town To-night."
He was to have seen Cardon the next day, but they had failed to meet, and then the sea had separated them. He remembered the five dollars; they fluttered up to his mind now—ghosts of silver coins forgotten beneath the waters of memory.
Cardon was like a sea breeze to him in his present state of mind, and he followed as Cardon led the way through a garden where seats and tables were set out and into a bar where more seats and tables faced a bar counter gorgeous with colored bottles.
There were island spears and head-dresses on the walls, and photographs of towns sea-washed and backed by coconut11 palms.
The poetry of the islands spreads across the Pacific even to the bars of Sydney and San Francisco, where the trade winds blow in mariners12 bronzed by the sun and salt, where even the traders carry with them in their hands something more than copra or gold.
The place was almost empty at this hour, and Cardon, at Floyd's request, called for soft drinks. Floyd produced cigars.
"Well," said Cardon, when he had lit up, "I'm blessed if this doesn't lay over everything. To think of you and me parting at Black Jack's on the Barbary Coast four years and more ago and promising13 to meet the next day, and then meeting here, just as though we'd only parted yesterday—what have you been doing with yourself?"
"What have you?" asked Floyd. "You tell me your yarn14, and I'll tell mine. I want a little time to think about mine, for if I'm not mistaken it will have more[Pg 235] to do with you than you think. I may have an offer to make you; however, that will do to talk of afterward15."
"If your offer has anything to do with money, I'm open to it," said Cardon. "What have I been doing since we parted? Everything and nothing. I made a fortune the next year in Brazil—mining. And I lost it six months after I got it. I was done by a partner, and pretty nigh done up. Then I took to the sea again. A cattle boat, and I was boss of it. I was tending the cattle—fact. But I didn't grumble16. I like cattle; they're a long sight honester than men. Well, after that I did some railway work in Central America, and after that I went oil prospecting17 with a young fellow who paid for kit18 and accouterments and died on my hands with malaria19 before we got a sign of what we were looking for. He had no relatives, and he gave me all the money on him before he died, which wasn't much—some seven hundred dollars. Then I turned up here on the hunt for gold, and found none; did some more railway work and got good pay for it, straggled back to Sydney and struck you in the street. That's all."
"Well, you're looking well on it," said Floyd; "you don't look a day older than when I met you last."
"Nor I don't feel it," said Cardon. "If I'd been living in a city all the time it would have been different, but the open air keeps one alive. If I'd managed to keep that fortune, I'd have mostlike been dead by this time between wine and women. As it is, I'm liver than when I started—I don't care a hang for money."
"Well, why are you always hunting for it then?" asked Floyd, with a laugh.
[Pg 236]"For the pleasure of the hunt," replied Cardon. "What makes a man hunt bears and spend thousands of dollars on guns and tents and guides, as I've seen some of these N' York chaps do? He doesn't love bears; he hunts them for the fun of the thing. Same with me and dollars; I don't love them, but I love hunting for them. It's the same with most men, I reckon. Well, what's your yarn?"
Floyd tipped the ash off his cigar. All this time, while listening to Cardon, he had been making up his mind. He, like Cardon, did not love money. He reckoned that his share of the pearling business and the pearls, even if he were to divide it equally with Cardon, would give him enough money to start in life at some more profitable business than sailoring. He was bitterly in need of friendship and a strong man's help, and he decided20 to tell Cardon everything, invoke21 his help, and offer him half shares.
"What I'm going to tell you," said he, "sounds like a yarn out of a book, but it's the truth. Some months ago I left 'Frisco, bound for the islands in a schooner22 owned by a man named Coxon. The Cormorant23 was her name. She was an unlucky ship." He told of the fire, of the island, of Schumer and Isbel, of the pearls—he told everything worth telling about the whole business; and, when he had finished, the effect of the yarn on Cardon was very evident, for that gentleman for once in his life was dumb.
"But that's not all," went on Floyd. "Something happened yesterday that puts a topknot on the whole business."
He told of the conversation he had overheard in[Pg 237] Hakluyt's office, and of the act of treachery which he believed to be impending24.
"That's clear enough," said Cardon; "they mean to do you up. Who is this Luckman?"
"I don't know him from Adam. Didn't even see him, only heard his voice."
"That's bad," said Cardon; "and you say the Southern Cross sails the day after to-morrow?"
"Yes, on Thursday."
"You are bound to go in her?"
"Of course."
"Has Hakluyt said anything to you about Luckman?"
"Not a word."
"Yet you are the skipper?"
"Yes."
"What's your crew?"
"All Kanakas."
"All Kanakas?"
"Yes."
"But how in the nation are you going to work her single-handed?"
"Oh, easy enough. I have a chap called Mountain Joe; he's a Kanaka, but he has picked up a bit of navigation."
"Well," said Cardon, "that simplifies matters a bit, for Hakluyt can't ship this blighter as a Kanaka, can't slide him aboard as an extra hand. He must ship him openly; most likely he'll do it at the last moment."
"That is what I'm thinking," said Floyd. "He'll dump him onto me just as I'm getting up anchor, and I can't refuse, for he's sure to make up some yarn.[Pg 238] My only course is to take him and then deal with him when I get to sea."
"That's easier said than done."
"You're right."
"Unless you shoot him right off and chuck him overboard, which is impossible; or put him in irons, which, with a Kanaka crew, would be risky25; or maroon26 him on some rock or other with a beaker of water and a bag of bread, which is also a bit risky. No, I should take him right along and front him with this Schumer, tell them they are found out, and at the first sign of a move on their part—shoot."
"That's easy to say."
"Yes, easier to say than do; yet if it was me I'd do it."
"Look here," said Floyd, "will you come into this business with me? I'll give you half profits."
Cardon did not reply for a moment. He took a pull at his drink, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looked at the top of his cigar, and then said, quite simply:
"I don't mind."
Floyd stretched out his hand and they shook.
"I thought you would," said Floyd. "And now I'll tell you something else—it's not the money I'm thinking of so much as that girl I told you of."
"Isbel?"
"Yes, Isbel. I'm—I'm——"
"Soft on her," said Cardon, laughing. "Well, you're not the first to get tangled27 with a girl. All the same, I wish we were fighting this business out without petticoats in it. I have a holy dread28 of petticoats.[Pg 239] On shore and after a cruise I don't mind; but they're no use afloat or where fighting has to be done."
"Aren't they?" said Floyd. "I'd sooner have Isbel backing me in a row than most men. I told you she helped me in my scrap29 with those scamps, but I did not tell you all. She can shoot straight, and she doesn't know fear. She backed me right through the business without turning a hair, and we were fighting half a day and the whole of a night. Fighting? Yes! I have never known what it meant before—shut up in a house with nearly half a hundred Solomon Islanders outside all yelling like fiends and mad to have one's blood."
"Well," said Cardon, "I expect you'll have some fighting to match that before we have done with this business. If this man Schumer is anything like what you say, and if this man Luckman is anything like Schumer, we will have our work cut out for us by a fancy tailor. What did you say these pearls were worth?"
"Worth? I don't know the exact figures, but Schumer has pearls there on the island now that I reckon must be at least worth twenty thousand pounds. I'm figuring on the values he suggested, and he's a man who knows something of pearls, and he's not a man who exaggerates."
"Well, I'm not going to halve30 your pearls," said Cardon. "I reckon my share in the business will be the whole of Schumer's."
"Of Schumer's?"
"Of Schumer's."
"But, see here," said Floyd.
"Yes?"
[Pg 240]"You intend to take Schumer's share from him?"
"That is what I said."
"But would that be fair? He has worked deuced hard; he discovered the oyster31 beds——"
"And he betrayed you, and is only waiting there on this island of yours to help to do you in."
"All the same," said Floyd, "I don't like the idea of stripping him if we get the better of him. It may be foolish, but I've worked alongside of him, and, though I believe he is the biggest scoundrel God ever put hair on, I don't like the idea of taking his share of the pearls from him."
"When we have done with Schumer," replied Cardon grimly, "I don't suspect he'll want pearls. We'll leave the matter till then, for it's on the cards that when he has done with us we won't want pearls, either. So let's not divide the stuff up till the business is over. How are you off for arms and ammunition32?"
"I have a revolver at my rooms and half a packet of cartridges33, and there is a rifle on board in my cabin with a hundred cartridges for it."
"Good!" said Cardon. "And I have my old friend Joe." He opened his coat and showed a navy revolver strapped34 in its case to his belt. He slipped the long, beautifully kept weapon from its case and stroked it lovingly. "This is him. This chap would stop a hippopotamus35. He's a man's weapon—what?"
"He's big enough," said Floyd, as Cardon returned Joe to his case, "and I hope to goodness we'll pull this thing through without having to use him. I'm not a coward, but I hate killing36."
"So do I," replied Cardon, "till it comes to the point. Well, now we've settled about the arms, let's[Pg 241] fix another matter. How am I to book a passage on the Southern Cross?"
"I have been thinking that out the whole time," replied Floyd. "Suppose I go to Hakluyt and say that I have a friend I want to take with me, he'll buck37 at the idea at once, the same as if I told him I wanted an extra hand to help in the navigating38; and it would be quite natural, too, for the whole of this business is a secret, and if another white man was taken on board, no matter who or what he was, it might mean the secret getting out."
"Sure," said Cardon.
"The only way," continued Floyd, "is to take you without Hakluyt knowing."
"Stowaway39?"
"Yes. There are two cabins off the main cabin—the captain's and the mate's. Only one is used; for Mountain Joe, the fellow I told you about, berths40 with the crew. I can take you aboard to-morrow night. I'll tell Joe next morning you have gone ashore41 in a shore boat. You can stay in the mate's cabin till we get the anchor up."
"No," said Cardon, "in your cabin."
"Why so?" asked Floyd.
"This way: Suppose old man Hakluyt arrives off with this Luckman at the last moment. You can't refuse to take him; you don't want to refuse. Well, naturally, he'll want the mate's cabin, and you can let him have it without any bother."
"That's true," said Floyd.
"Luckman may be sprung on you before that," said Cardon. "In which case we must make some other[Pg 242] arrangement about my getting on board; but, as far as we know, what we have decided on will stand."
"Where are you staying in Sydney?" asked Floyd.
"Well," said Cardon, "I only arrived last night, and I put up at a tavern42 on the Leicester Road. I left all my gear there. It isn't much, and it won't take many porters to fetch it down to the wharfside."
"Well," said Floyd, "you had better come and stay at my place. I can get you a room, and you can put your things among my baggage which I'll send on board to-morrow night."
Cardon agreed to this, and, finishing their drinks, they left the place together.
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