“How often am I to tell you that Algiers is no longer in existence? Only
say yes or no--are you coming with us into winter-quarters?”
“God of Israel! what is to become of all my property?”
“But, mind you,” continued the captain, not heeding the interruption,
“if you do not choose voluntarily to come with us, I shall have the
_Hansa_, by my orders, removed to a place of safety. I am not going
to let your cursed obstinacy incur the risk of losing your cargo
altogether.”
“Merciful Heaven! I shall be ruined!” moaned Isaac, in despair.
“You are going the right way to ruin yourself, and it would serve you
right to leave you to your own devices. But be off! I have no more to
say.”
And, turning contemptuously on his heel, Servadac left the old man
vociferating bitterly, and with uplifted hands protesting vehemently
against the rapacity of the Gentiles.
By the 20th all preliminary arrangements were complete, and everything
ready for a final departure from the island. The thermometer stood on
an average at 8 degrees below zero, and the water in the cistern was
completely frozen. It was determined, therefore, for the colony to
embark on the following day, and take up their residence in Nina’s Hive.
A final consultation was held about the _Hansa_. Lieutenant Procope
pronounced his decided conviction that it would be impossible for the
tartan to resist the pressure of the ice in the harbor of the Shelif,
and that there would be far more safety in the proximity of the
volcano. It was agreed on all hands that the vessel must be shifted; and
accordingly orders were given, four Russian sailors were sent on board,
and only a few minutes elapsed after the _Dobryna_ had weighed anchor,
before the great lateen sail of the tartan was unfurled, and the
“shop-ship,” as Ben Zoof delighted to call it, was also on her way to
the southward.
Long and loud were the lamentations of the Jew. He kept exclaiming that
he had given no orders, that he was being moved against his will, that
he had asked for no assistance, and needed none; but it required no very
keen discrimination to observe that all along there was a lurking gleam
of satisfaction in his little gray eyes, and when, a few hours later, he
found himself securely anchored, and his property in a place of safety,
he quite chuckled with glee.
“God of Israel!” he said in an undertone, “they have made no charge; the
idiots have piloted me here for nothing.”
For nothing! His whole nature exulted in the consciousness that he was
enjoying a service that had been rendered gratuitously.
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