The steward advanced respectfully to the Captain, and announced
breakfast ready, whereupon the two men followed him into a saloon not
much larger than the stateroom Lermontoff had occupied the night before,
and not nearly so comfortably furnished. A plenteous breakfast was
supplied, consisting principally of fish, steaming potatoes, black
bread, and very strong tea. The Captain swallowed cup after cup of this
scalding beverage, and it seemed to make him more and more genial as
if it had been wine. Indeed, as time went on he forgot that it was a
prisoner who sat before him, for quite innocently he said to the steward
who waited on them:
“Have the poor devils below had anything to eat?”
“No orders, sir,” replied the steward.
“Oh, well, give them something--something hot. It may be their last
meal,” then turning, he met the gaze of the Prince, demanded roughly
another cup of tea, and explained:
“Three of the crew took too much vodka in St. Petersburg yesterday.”
The Prince nodded carelessly, as if he believed, and offered his open
cigarette case to the Captain, who shook his head.
“I smoke a pipe,” he growled.
The Captain rose with his lighted pipe, and together they went up on
deck again. The Prince saw nothing more of the tall sentinel who had
been his guard the night before, so without asking permission he took
it for granted that his movements, now they were in the open sea,
were unrestricted, therefore he walked up and down the deck smoking
cigarettes. At the stroke of a bell the Captain mounted the bridge and
the mate came down.
Suddenly out of the thickness ahead loomed up a great black British
freighter making for St. Petersburg, as the Prince supposed. The two
steamers, big and little, were so close that each was compelled to sheer
off a bit; then the Captain turned on the bridge and seemed for a moment
uncertain what to do with his prisoner. A number of men were leaning
over the bulwarks of the British ship, and it would have been quite
possible for the person on one boat to give a message to those on the
other. The Prince, understanding the Captain’s quandary, looked up
at him and smiled, but made no attempt to take advantage of his
predicament. Some one on board the English ship shouted and fluttered a
handkerchief, whereupon the Prince waved his cigarette in the air, and
the big boat disappeared in the thickness of the east.
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