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 _do_, sir. As I told ye, I was a bit nonplushed at first; but
it’s a madman’s yarn—ne’er a doubt of it. And I’m as wishful, Mr.
Dugdale, as ever ye can be to be quit of the whole blooming job.’
Again I came to a pause at the weather rail, as though I lingered on
deck only to observe the weather.
‘Now, Wetherly, listen to me,’ said I. ‘You know you are the only man in
the ship that I would dream of opening my lips to. You have my full
confidence; I believe you to be sound to the core. If you will give me
your word I shall be perfectly satisfied that you will not betray me.’
‘Whatever ye may tell me, Mr. Dugdale,’ he responded in a voice slightly
agitated, ‘I swear to keep locked up in my bosom; but afore I can give
ye my word, I must know what I’ve got to take my oath on.’
‘You misunderstand me,’ I exclaimed; ‘I desire no oath. Simply assure me
that should a time ever come when I may see my way to escape, you will
stand my friend; you will actively assist me if you can—you will not be
neutral; I mean, merely my well-wisher; simply tell me this, and I shall
know that when an opportunity arises, I will have you to count upon.’
‘Have you a scheme, first of all, Mr. Dugdale?’ he inquired. ‘There’s no
good in my consenting to anything that’s agoing to end in getting our
throats cut.’
‘No; I have no scheme. What plan could I form? I must grasp the first,
the best chance that offers, and then it may be that I will want you.
There are others besides myself whom you would find grateful. Miss
Temple’s mother is a lady of title, and a rich woman’——
‘Excuse me, Mr. Dugdale,’ he interrupted; ‘I don’t want no bribe to
bring me into a proper way of acting, if so be as that proper way ain’t
a-going to cost too much. I’ll say downright, now, that if I can help
you and the lady to get out of this job and put ye both in the road of
getting home, ye may depend upon my doing my best. More’n that there’d
be no use in saying, seeing that it ain’t possible to consart a scheme,
and that we must wait until something tarns up. If there be an island,
and we bring up off it, the sort of opportunity you want may come, and
you’ll find all of me there. If the island be a delusion, then something
else’ll have to be waited for. But I tell you as man to man that I’m
with you and the lady, that I don’t like Mr. Lush nor the business he’s
brought the vessel’s crew into but that I’ve got to be as cautious as
you; which now means, sir—and I beg that you’ll onderstand me as
speaking respectfully—that that there Forrest has seen us together long
enough.’
‘Right,’ I exclaimed, grasping his hand; ‘I thank you from my heart for
your assurance; and Miss Temple shall thank you herself.’
With which I went aft, gazing steadfastly to windward as I walked, and
after a final peep into the binnacle and a slow look round, I stepped
below.
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