My Shipmate Louise: The Romance of a Wreck, Volume 3 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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My Shipmate Louise: The Romance of a Wreck, Volume 3 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
Sea stories; Shipwrecks -- Fiction
‘Call it fifteen hundred miles,’ I responded. He nodded in a sort of
cunning emphatic way. ‘Nothing remains to be said, I think?’ said I,
making a step to the door.
‘Only this,’ said he. ‘I _was_ thinking of asking ye to keep my lookout,
acting, as you will be, as my chief mate, but on consideration I believe
it’ll be best to wait till we’ve got a new crew afore ye take that duty.
Not that the men could object to my calling into Rio on the grounds that
you’re aboard and are good enough as a navigator to sarve my turn;
because they reckon that you’re to be transhipped along with the lady at
the first opportunity. But it’ll be safest, I allow, for you to remain
as ye are this side of Rio.’
‘Very well,’ said I; ‘but I can continue to take observations if you
like.’
‘Oh yes; there can be no harm in that,’ he answered.
I opened the door.
‘Mr. Dugdale,’ he exclaimed, softening his voice into a hoarse whisper
with a sudden expression of real insanity in the gloomy, almost
threatening look he fastened upon me, ‘ye’ll recollect the oath you’ve
taken, if you please.’
‘Captain Braine,’ I replied with an assumption of haughtiness, ‘I am a
gentleman first of all, and my oath merely follows;’ and slightly
bowing, I closed the door upon him.
By this time it was nearly dark. I had scarcely noticed the drawing down
of the evening whilst in the captain’s cabin, so closely had my
attention been attached to him and his words. Indeed, the man had
detained me an hour with his talk, owing to his pausings and silent
intervals of staring; though the substance of his speech and our
conversation could have been easily packed into a quarter that time. I
went half-way up the companion steps, but feeling thirsty, descended
again to drink from a jug that stood upon a swinging tray. Whilst I
filled the glass, my eye at the moment happening to be idly bent aft, I
observed the door of the cabin adjoining that of Captain Braine’s to
open and a man’s head showed. It instantly vanished. It was too gloomy
to allow me to make sure. However, next moment the young fellow Wilkins
came out, no doubt guessing that I had seen him, and that he had
therefore better show himself honestly.
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