"I like it little," the master replied.
"It would be well to lay a new course and sail on a new voyage. There is small gain to be got from these fisheries. A southern voyage, now, promises returns worth the labour."
To this Captain Candle made no reply. He studied the sore damage done to the ship, upon which already the carpenter was at work.
"With a breadth of canvas and hoops2 to batten the edges fast, and over all a coating of tar3, a man might make her as tight and dry as you please," said the Old One. He smiled when he spoke4 and his manner galled5 his host.
"It was in my own mind," Captain Candle replied, with an angry lift of his head. There are few things more grievously harassing6 than the importunity7 and easy assurance of a guest of whom there is no riddance. It puts a man where he is peculiarly helpless to defend himself, and already Captain Candle's patience had ebbed9 far. "Bid the boatswain overhaul10 his canvas, mate, and the carpenter prepare such material as be needful. Aye, and bid the 'liar8' stand ready to go over the side. 'Twill cool his hot pride, of which it seems he hath full measure."
"Yea, yea!"
As the master paced the deck, back and forth11 and back and forth, the Old One walked at his side—for he was a shrewd schemer and had calculated his part well—until the master's gorge12 rose. "I must return to the cabin," he said at last, "and overhaul my journal."
"I will bear you company."
"No, no!"
The Old One smiled as if in deprecation; but as the master turned away, the smile broadened to a grin.
Boatswain Marsham and the one-eyed carpenter who wore a beard like a goat's were on their way to the forehold. The cook and his mate were far down in the cookroom. Ten men in the watch below were sound asleep—but Martin Barwick, the eleventh man in the watch, was on deck, and of the eleven rescued men not one was below. With Captain Candle safe in his cabin and busied over his journal, there were left from the company of the Rose of Devon eight men and the mate, and one man of the eight was at the helm. These the Old One counted as he took a turn on the quarter-deck.
The Old One and his men were refreshed by a night of sleep and restored by good food. To all appearances, without care or thought to trouble them, they ruffled13 about the deck. One was standing14 just behind the mate; two were straying toward the steerage.
"Thy boatswain is a brave lad," the Old One said to the mate, and stepping in front of him, he spread his legs and folded his arms.
"A brave lad," the Old One repeated. "I can use him."
"You?"
"Yea, I."
The mate drew back a step, as a man does when another puts his face too near. He was on the point of speaking; but before his lips had phrased a word the Old One raised his hand and the man behind the mate drove six inches of blue steel into the mate's back, between his ribs17 and through his heart.
He died in the Old One's arms, for the Old One caught him before he fell, and held him thus.
"Well done," the Old One said to his man.
"Not so well as one could wish," the man replied, wiping his knife on the mate's coat. "He perished quietly enough, but the knife bit into a rib16 and the feeling of a sharp knife dragging upon bone sets my teeth on edge."
The Old One laughed. "Thy stomach is exceeding queasy," he said. "Come, let us heave him over the side."
All this, remember, had happened quickly and very quietly. There were the three men standing by the quarter-deck ladder—the Old One and his man and the mate—and by all appearances the Old One merely put out his hands in a friendly manner to the other, for the knife thrust was hidden by a cloak. But now the mate's head fell forward in a queer, lackadaisical19 way and four of the Old One's men, perceiving what they looked for, slipped past him through the door to the steerage room, where they clapped down the hatch to the main deck. One stood on the hatch; two stood by the door of the great cabin; and the fourth, stepping up to the man at the helm, flashed a knife from his sleeve and cut the fellow down.
It was a deft20 blow, but not so sure as the thrust that had killed the mate. The helmsman dropped the whipstaff and, falling, gave forth a yell and struck at his assailant, who again let drive at him with the knife and finished the work, so that the fellow lay with bloody21 froth at his lips and with fingers that twitched22 a little and then were still.
The man who had killed him took the whipstaff and called softly, "Holla, master! We hold the helm!" then from his place he heard a sailor cry out, "The mate is falling! Lend him aid!"
Then the Old One's voice, rising to a yell, called, "Stand back! Stand off! Now, my hearts!"
There came a quick tempest of voices, a shrill23 cry, the pounding of many feet, then a splash, then a cry wilder and more shrill than any before, "Nay24, I yield—quarter! Quarter, I say! Mercy! God's mercy, I beg of you! Help—O God!"
There was at the same time a rumble25 of hoarse26 voices and a sound of great struggling, then a shriek27 and a second splash.
The man at the helm kicked the dead helmsman to one side and listened. In the great cabin, behind the bulkhead at his back, he heard a sudden stir. As between the mainmast and the forecastle the yells rose louder, the great cabin door burst open and out rushed Captain Francis Candle in a rich waist with broad cuffs28 at his wrists, his hair new oiled with jessamine butter, and gallant29 bows at his knees, for he was a fine gentleman who had first gone to sea as a lieutenant30 in the King's service. As he rushed out the door the man lying in wait on the left struck a fierce blow to stab him, but the knife point broke on a steel plate which it seemed Captain Candle wore concealed31 to foil just such dastardly work.
Thereupon, turning like a flash, Captain Candle spitted the scoundrel with his sword. But the man lying in wait on the right of the door saw his fellow's blow fail and perceived the reason, and leaping on the captain from behind, he seized his oiled hair with one hand and hauled back his head, and reaching forward with the other hand, drove a knife into the captain's bare throat.
Dark blood from a severed32 vein33 streamed out over Captain Candle's collar and his gay waist. He coughed and his eyes grew dull. He let go his sword, which remained stuck through the body of the man who had first struck at him, clapped his hand to his neck, and went down in a heap.
The yells on deck had ceased and the man who had killed Francis Candle, after glancing into the great cabin where the captain's cloak lay spread over the chair from which he rose to step out of his door and die,—where the captain's pen lay across the pages of the open journal and a bottle of the captain's wine, which he had that morning shared with his guest, Captain Thomas Jordan, stood beside the unstoppered bottle of ink,—walked forth upon the deck and nodded to the Old One, who stood with his hand on the after swivel gun.
There were a few splotches of blood on the deck and three men of the Rose of Devon's crew lay huddled34 in a heap; there were left standing three other men of the Rose of Devon, and sick enough they looked; Martin Barwick was stationed by the ladder to the forecastle, where he stood like a pigeon cock with his head haughtily35 in the air and his chest thrust out; and the little round apple of a man, Harry36 Malcolm, who had broken in upon Martin the night before, bearing now a new and bloody gash37 across his forehead, was prowling among the guns and tapping the breech rings with a knowing air.
The Old One from the quarter-deck looked down at the new comer.
"Rab took the steel," the fellow said.
"Rab!" the Old One cried. "Not Rab, you say?"
"Yea, he struck first but the master wore an iron shirt which turned the point and he was then at him with his sword."
"We have lost nine good men by this devil-begotten storm, but of them all Rab is the one I am most loath38 to see go to the sharks." The Old One paced the deck a while and the others talked in undertones. "Yea, Martin," he called at last, "nine good men. But we have got us a ship and I have great hopes of our boatswain, who may yet make us two of Rab. At all events, my bullies39, we must lay us a new course, for I have no liking of these northern fisheries. Hark! They are pounding on the hatch."
The sound of knocking and a muffled40 calling came from the main hatch, whereat the men on deck looked at one another and some of them smiled.
"True, true!" the Old One replied, for he needed no words to complete the meaning. "You men of the Rose of Devon, heave them into the sea."
The three looked at one another and hesitated, and the youngest of the three turned away his face and put his hand on his belly43, and sick enough he looked, at which a great laugh went up.
"Go, Harry," the Old One cried to the little round man, "and tell them at the hatch to be still, for that we shall presently have them on deck. We must learn our brave recruits a lesson."
Again a roar of laughter rose, and as the little man went in to the hatch, the others drew about the three who cowered44 against the forecastle ladder, as well they might.
"Come, silly dogs," said the Old One, "in faith, you must earn your foolish lives. Lay hands on those carcasses and heave them to the fishes."
They looked into the faces of the men about them, but got small comfort as they edged toward their unwelcome task.
"It is hard to use thus a shipmate of three voyages," the oldest of them muttered.
"True," replied the Old One, "but so shall you buy your way into a goodlier company of shipmates, who traffic in richer cargoes45 than pickled codfish and New England herrings."
The three picked up the bodies, one at a time, each with its arms and legs dragging, and carried them to the waist and pushed them over. But the youngest of the three was trembling like a dead weed in November when they had finished, and the Old One chuckled46 to see the fellow's white face.
"Have courage, bawcock," the Old One cried; "there shall soon be a round of aqua vitæ to warm thy shaking limbs and send the blood coursing through thy veins47. Now, Mate Harry, lift off the hatch and summon our good boatswain and carpenter."
"As you please, as you please," came the quick, gentle voice of the little round man. "But there are two of 'em left still—Rab and the captain—and there's a deal of blood hereabouts."
They heard the hatch creak as the little man pried48 it off. They heard his quick sentences pattering out one after another: "Hasten out on deck—nay, linger not. The master would have speech of thee. Nay, linger not. Ask me no questions! There's no time for lingering."
"What's afoot?" cried Phil. "Where's the master?—what—where—"
So speedily had they hurried from the hatch (and so cleverly had the little round man interposed himself between the hatch and the two bodies at the cabin door) that in the dim light of the steerage room the two had perceived nothing amiss. But now, looking about for the source of the fierce cries and yells they had heard, they saw red stains on the deck, and men with scared white faces.
All looked toward the Old One as if awaiting his reply; and when Phil Marsham, too, looked toward him, he met such another quizzing, searching, understanding gaze as he had long ago met when he had taken the words from Martin's lips on the little hill beside the road.
"Why, I am master now, good boatswain."
"But Captain Candle—"
"His flame is out."
The lad glanced about him at the circle of hard old sea dogs—for they were all of them that, were their years few or many—and drew away till he stood with the waist at his back. Laying hands on his dirk, he said in a voice that slightly trembled, "And now?"
"Why," quoth the Old One, "you have sat in Mother Taylor's kitchen and heard talk of the gentlemen. You know too many secrets. Unless you are one of us—" He finished with a shrug42.
"You ask me, then, to join you?"
"Yea."
"I refuse." He looked the Old One in the eye.
"Why, then," said the Old One, "you are the greater fool."
The circle drew closer.
"What then?"
"'Tis but another candle to be snuffed."
With hand on dirk and with back against the waist, the boatswain looked one and another and then another in the eye. "Why, then," said he, "I must even join you, as you say. But I call upon you all to witness I am a forced man." And he looked longest and hardest at the three men from the old crew of the Rose of Devon.
The Old One looked back at the lad and there was, for the first time, doubt in his glance. He stood for a while pondering in silence all that had taken place and studying the face of his boatswain; but his liking of the lad's spirit outweighed50 his doubts, for such bold independence, whether in friend or foe51, was the one sure key to Tom Jordan's heart. "So be it," he said at last. "But remember, my fine young fellow, that many a cockerel hath got his neck wrung52 by crowing out of season." He turned to the carpenter. "And what say you? We can use a man of your craft."
"I am thy man!" the fellow cried. The stains on the deck had made him surpassingly eager, and his one eye winked53 and his beard wagged, so eager was he to declare his allegiance.
"Well said!" the Old One responded. "And now, Master Harry, have them up from below—the sleepers54, and the cook and his mate, and all! We have taken a fine ship—a fine ship she will be, at all events, once our good carpenter has done his work—and well found. We needs must sign a crew to sail and fight her."
They heard the little round man calling down the hatch and at a great distance in the ship they heard the voices of men grumbling55 at being summoned out of sleep. But the grumbling was stilled when one by one the men came out on deck; and of them all, not a man refused to cast his lot with the Old One and the rest. The mere18 sight of a little blood and of the hard faces that greeted them was enough for most. And two or three, of whom Will Canty was one, must fain perceive how futile56 would be present resistance. Indeed, in the years since the old Queen had died, and the navy had gone to the dogs, and merchantmen had come to sail from the Downs knowing they were likely enough to meet a squadron of galleys57 lying in wait fifty leagues off the Lizard58, many a sailor had taken his fling at buccaneering; and those that had not, had heard such great tales of galleons59 laden60 with treasures of the Indies and with beautiful dames61 of Spain that their palates were whetted62 for a taste of the life.
The cook smiled broadly and clapped the boy on the back and cried out that as a little lad he had sailed with John Jennings what time John Jennings's wench had turned his luck, and that having begun life in such brave company, he would gladly end it in a proper voyage if it was written that his time was near. They all laughed to see the boy turn white and tremble, and they huzzaed the cook for his gallant words. But Will Canty met Phil's eyes and there passed between them a look that made the Old One frown, for he was a man who saw everything.
The Rose of Devon, although close-hauled by the wind, rolled heavily, which was the way of those old tall ships; but the adverse63 winds and high seas she had encountered were of fancy as well as of fact. The sun was shining brightly and sky and sea were a clear blue; but despite sun and sky and sea no weatherwise man could have believed the dark days of the Rose of Devon were at an end. Like so many iron bars the shadows of the ropes fell blue on the sails, and the red blotches64 on the deck matched the dull red paint of the stanchions and the waist. The carpenter, who had come up with his plane in his hand, fingered the steel blade. The boy turned his back on the bloody deck and looked away at the sea, for he was a little fellow and not hardened by experience of the world.
"Come, my hearts," cried the Old One, and gaily65 enough he spoke. "We are banded together for the good of all. There is no company of merchants to profit by our labour and our blood. God hath placed in our keeping this brave ship, which will be staunch and sea-worthy when our carpenter hath done his work. Harry Malcolm is our mate and master gunner as of old, and Phil Marsham shall continue as our boatswain—nay, grumble66 not! He came with Martin Barwick and he hath sat in Mother Taylor's kitchen, where may we all sit soon and raise our cans and drink thanks for a rich voyage. There is work to be done, for all must be made clean and tight—yea, and Rab is to be buried."
The little round man was still wandering from gun to gun and smiling because the guns pleased him. They were demiculverins of brass67, bored for a twelve-pound ball and fit to fight the King's battles; but alas68! they had shown themselves powerless against a foe from within the ship. And as the Rose of Devon rolled along in the bright sun, alone in a blue sea, the body of Francis Candle lay forgotten in the steerage room.
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shrug
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