“Beg pardon, sir, we wish you to know that Will Rayner has been made
captain of this ship, and that he wishes you to go below.”
The man named Evans spoke, and I must say his manner was diverting
enough.
“That is very considerate of Mr. William Rayner,” said I, with a laugh.
“Will he not step forward—am I not to have the pleasure of seeing him?”
“He’s back there by the capstan, sir. We’re a depytashun, if you please.
Will won’t have nobody aft the galley, and that’s his plain words.
You’re to go below and to wait until you’re sent for.”
I looked the speaker full in the face and laughed at him contemptuously.
“My men,” I said, calmly addressing them all together, “do you wish to
be afloat to-morrow morning, or is this ship and all aboard her to be at
the bottom of the Atlantic?”
They were evidently perplexed. The gentleman by the name of Bill Evans
continued to speak.
“Me and my mates, beggin’ your pardon, sir—we don’t fall in with that.
You’re fair marooned, and that’s the end of it. Will says as he means
well by you, but while you’re on this ship, you’ll obey him and nobody
else. Humbly representin’ it, sir, we’ll have to see that you do as Will
says——”
I took a pistol from my pocket, and deliberately cocked it. This was
touch and go for my very life. Had I shot one of those men, I knew that
it would all be over in an instant, and that they would either bow the
knee to me or murder me on the spot.
“Now, see here,” said I. “My yacht’s lying out yonder not a biscuit toss
from this deck. If you give me so much as another word of impudence,
I’ll send you and every ruffian aboard here to blazes as sure as this is
a revolver, and there are cartridges in it. Go and tell Mr. Will Rayner
what I say, for, by heaven above me, I will go myself and fetch him, if
you do not.”
I have said that the moment was critical beyond any through which I have
lived, and a truer word could not be spoken. There we stood, the angry
seamen upon one side, myself upon the other, each party knowing that the
issue was for good and all, and yet neither willing to bring the instant
of it upon us. As for these wretched fellows, I do not believe that they
would have lifted a hand against me had it not been for the American who
incited them. He was the ringleader despite the newly-made captain, and
his mock authority. And he was the dangerous man with whom I had to
deal.
“I guess your yacht may be where you say she is,” he remarked with a
drawl; “but she’s got to hustle if she wants to come up with us this
summer weather. Don’t you be too free with that pistol, sir, or some of
us will have to take it from you. You’re in a clove-hitch, and had
better keep a civil tongue in your head or maybe we’ll cut it out and
see what it’s made of. Now just you come along o’ me and don’t make no
trouble about it. Will Rayner ain’t a goin’ to eat you, and you ain’t a
goin’ to eat him, so step up brisk, doctor, and let’s see you march.”
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