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
‘Well, I won’t say no to that now with this here glittering temptation
of money getting into their souls, to work everything that may be evil
in ’em out through their skins. I wouldn’t trust ’em, and so I tell ‘ee,
Mr. Dugdale; and if this here barque was any other ship than the _Lady
Blanche_, and my mates any other men but what they are, I’d be content
to pawn for sixpence all that I’ve got in my chest.’
I came to a stand with him for a while at the weather rail in feigned
contemplation of the weather.
‘Wetherly,’ said I quietly, as we resumed our crosswise walk, ‘my
position is a frightful one. Were it not for the cursed lunatic fancy
that that shambling villain Wilkins overheard—the completest lie that
ever took shape in a madman’s brain—I might hope to be able to tempt the
crew with a handsome reward to allow me to sail this ship to a port
whence the lady and I could get home. But what could I offer, with
honest intention to pay, that should approach the thousands which those
fools yonder dream about day and night?’
He made no answer.
‘Supposing, Wetherly,’ I continued, ‘I should determine, in a mood of
desperation, to drop my command here, and refuse to navigate the vessel
another league unless Miss Temple and I are put ashore?’
‘You know what ‘ud happen,’ he cried; ‘ye’ve said it o’er and o’er agin,
hitting upon what’s most likely. For God’s sake, sir, clear your mind o’
that scheme, if it’s only for the lady’s sake!’
‘But what’s to follow upon our arrival in the Pacific?’ I exclaimed with
an emotion of despair.
‘There’s nothen to be done but to wait,’ he answered gloomily.
‘Do you believe that every mother’s son forward believes in the
existence of the treasure?’
‘Every mother’s son of ’em, sir. The belief mightn’t have been so
general, I daresay, if it hadn’t been for them documents you signed.
Ignorant as the men are, they know how to git four out of two and two.
First, there’s the drawing on that there bit of parchment; then there
was the capt’n’s yarn of how he come by the gold, as ship-shape to the
minds of the men as if they’d seen him fetch it out of the Bank of
England; then comes the plot of getting rid of ’em at Rio, with a crew
of Kanakas to follow; and then a company of beachcombers atop of them,
to carry the barque on. Here alone’s a thought-out scheme proper to
convince an atheist. But then follows them documents o’ yourn to prove
that you, a born gent of eddication and first-class intelligence, don’t
doubt the truth o’ what ye hear, and, to make sure, provide for your
share when the gold’s come at and for your security, if so be as the law
should lay hold on the capt’n for a-deviating.’
‘It’s all very true,’ I exclaimed, staggered myself by the consistency
of the wretched business, and forced to mentally admit the
reasonableness of the illiterate creatures in the forecastle accepting
it all as indisputable. ‘But you know my motive in acting as I did?’
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