"Well, sir, not exactly, but we just happened to meet him—after we’d been hunting round for him all the afternoon—and we just happened to have a bit of a row, and there just happened to be a couple of the Sultan’s soldiers handy. I made a bobbery, Jaffa and I calling out that he had stolen money from us, and off they took him up there," and Mr. Scarlett jerked his thumb towards the big fort on the right, whose towers and battlemented walls showed out in the moonlight over our heads. "There he’ll stay, sir, as long as we like to pay for his keep. It cost us five chips to the soldiers and another twenty to the sheikh in charge of the fort. It was well worth it. Don’t you think so, sir? So long as we pay the governor of that fort or jail, call it what you like, five rupees a day he’ll keep him there and feed him," Mr. Scarlett said, emphasizing the "feed him" as if that made his action quite meritorious. Well, it was a very "low-down" game to play, and if I had known they were going to play it I should have put a "stopper" on it; but now the man was under lock and key it was so much a relief that I had not the honest courage to blame the gunner or take steps to have Jassim set free. After that Mr. Scarlett visited the jail nearly every day, to assure himself that Jassim was still there; nor was he content until he had peered through a grating overlooking the court-yard in which untried prisoners were kept, and seen him. He seemed to take a fiendish delight in those visits, and I must say that I fully shared his satisfaction, for, to me, the resulting comfort and relief from anxiety was cheap at the price—only five rupees a day. It may have been a cowardly, despicable thing to do, but I don’t believe that anyone placed in the same circumstances would have done otherwise. We had now been very nearly a month at Muscat, and the artificers from the _Intrepid_ had not quite finished my engine-room defects, when one morning, four or five days after Jassim had been secured, an urgent signal came from Commander Duckworth that he wanted to see me at once. I had a presentiment that something had gone wrong at Jask. I was right. As I went into his cabin the Commander sang out: "You’ll have to go across to Jask after all, and as soon as ever you are ready. There’s more trouble there. One of the European telegraph people has been killed somewhere along the coast by a marauding lot of brigands who have cut the wire again. Fisher dare not send his people to repair it without an escort, so you had better go across and see what you can do. When can you start?" "By midnight, sir," I told him, having taken the precaution of finding out before I left the "_B.A._". "Right you are! Off you go! I don’t fancy that there is anything serious. If there is you can telegraph for me and I will bring the _Intrepid_ along. Good-bye! Good luck!"