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
‘No,’ I replied, ‘that is a part of my agreement. Yet there is this to
be said: it is mere idle cruelty to carry this young lady away round
Cape Horn into the Pacific. She is without any other wearing apparel
than what you see; she is destitute of almost every convenience; her
mother is in bad health, and she wishes to return as speedily as
possible, that no news about us may reach England that is not perfectly
true. The crew, therefore, will not object to speak a ship that we may
transfer this lady to her.’
‘No!’ he roared.
‘Her going will render me easy in my mind as to her safety,’ I
continued, ‘and I shall be able to serve you the better by knowing that
she is on her way home.’
‘No!’ he roared again; ‘she’s quite safe aboard us. There must be no
speaking with ships. ‘Sides,’ he added, falling back a step with a round
flourish of his arm, ‘the lady knows all about the gold and where it is
and how it’s to be come at.’
‘I can keep a secret, Mr. Lush,’ she exclaimed.
‘No,’ he repeated with a stamp of his foot; ‘sorry for it, lady, but
here ye are, and here ye must stop. I know what the crew ‘ud say. I’m
but expressing of their minds. Here ye stop, lady. Mr. Dugdale, that was
a part of the bargain, as we onderstood it this marning. Besides, lady,’
he added with an indescribable leer, ‘ye wouldn’t care to be separated
from him _now_, would ‘ee?’
She moved so as to bring him between me and her.
‘That will do, Mr. Lush,’ said I. ‘I am acquainted with your wishes, and
you know now my resolution;’ and so saying, I walked to a part of the
deck where I could command the sun, and went to work with my sextant,
talking to Miss Temple in a low voice as I ogled the luminary.
‘You see now how it is? If I refused my assent to the crew’s wishes,
they might have sent me adrift in a boat—alone.’ I added significantly.
‘He is a most dreadful creature. You spoke to him bravely. But is that
manner what you call tact?’
‘Yes. The man must not imagine that I am afraid of him. I would that I
could choke him with his own threats.’
‘I believe he would not shrink from murdering both of us.’
‘They have made up their minds to sail to the island, and they mean that
I shall carry them there. That resolve was strong in them when they
entered the cabin. If I had refused—— But no matter! It may yet come to
my being able to induce them to speak a ship.’
She made no response. There was a short silence between us.
‘Make eight bells!’ I shouted, and the chimes floated sharp upon the
rushing wind as I walked aft to the companion, Miss Temple always at my
side.
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