Cursed be the treasureDrake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
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Cursed be the treasure
Drake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
I learnt next day from Dirk that he had just missed his quarry again.
I thought I detected a suggestion of an accusation in his voice, and I
cried out, "Oh, Dirk, I'm so sorry."
"Tush, kid, that business is settled," he said sharply.
But I believed that if it hadn't been for my disobedience on the Rancey
he would have run his man to earth by now. However, it seemed that he
had escaped. He had even left the country, and Dirk couldn't hazard a
guess where he might be bound for.
"Slippery he is," said Dirk. "Knows all the tricks, and a few more
besides. But I'll have him, Tommy, I'll have him."
I don't think I was very enthusiastic for Dirk's success. The matter
left me rather cold. And yet I myself was bound, not on one quest
of vengeance, but on two. There was my pledge to Jenny to fulfill;
though how in the world I was to fulfill it I didn't know. And there
was my father's murderer to hunt down, though Worthing seemed to have
shouldered the responsibility for that.
It was a strange position that often set me fretfully brooding. I was
but a boy, with a nature naturally responding to affection and gaiety
and beauty, yet with the burden of two lives upon me that I was to
track down and destroy. At times I felt that the thing was too absurd.
I was under a delusion. Even my father's death began to grow unreal,
till I wondered whether I hadn't merely dreamed the whole fantastic
thing. I should have been glad enough to have awakened one morning to
find it had all been a nightmare, and that my real life was just this
wonder of sea-beauty about me, as the ship sped on day after day like a
white bird, driving down into the south, with the skies growing bluer
and bluer, till their wealth of colour was like a solemn song at my
heart, very deep and holy.
Indeed, I gave myself up to the delight of this wonderful new world
that was opening around me. I think I was an apt pupil, and Dirk was
pleased enough with my progress; and more pleased with my behaviour, I
believe, for I was able to take my share of duty with the men, though
naturally I was treated with more leniency and consideration. And for
my part I was thankful to Dirk for setting me to labour with the rest,
rather than spoiling me as though I were either too small, or too much
of a gentleman to soil my hands. It wasn't long before I could stow a
royal single-handed, or do my trick at the wheel with the best.
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