A deep silence fell upon the Diamond Ship when this signal came
reverberating over the waters. None of the amazed seamen spoke a word or
made a movement for many minutes. I had already put my pistol into my
pocket and taken a cigarette from my case. If I wished the men to
believe that the hour of crisis had passed, I was under no delusion at
all myself. For remember that I had gone up to the bridge and stood
there during this supreme instant of danger; and that, if I would regain
the deck of the yacht, I must descend the ladder, down through these
serried ranks of men; must pass them as one who was going from them to
the house of an avenger, to his comrades who would judge the story and
help him to decide upon the punishment. The rogues’ very salvation
depended upon my captivity; I was their hostage, and by me would
reprieve come if reprieve were to be hoped for at all. This I perceived
long before it had dawned upon the witless rabble; but it occurred even
to them at last, and crowding about the ladder’s foot they told me
bluntly that they were aware of it.
“Guess it’s your turn,” said the American, venturing a step upward but
no more. His manner had become sheepish, I observed, and he spoke with
less truculence.
“My turn, as you say, sir,” I rejoined with what composure I could. “I
am now going aboard my yacht, and there I will decide what is to be done
with you. That will depend upon your behaviour, I advise you to remember
as much.”
I lit my cigarette and waited for him to go on. _White Wings_ was
evidently quite near to us now—I could hear the throb of her turbines;
her siren hooted repeatedly. The night was mine but for an accident. And
yet, heaven knows, it appeared to me then that an accident must befall
me unless a miracle intervened.
“That’s your yacht right enough,” the Yankee went on immediately. “And
so far as it’s her, we’re in a clove-hitch ourselves. The question is,
who’s to put you aboard her, and what shall we be about when he’s doing
of it? Now, see here, as between man and man—you give us your solemn
affidavit not to do anything against this ship’s crew and you’re free to
come and go as you choose. That’s my first condition—the second is as
you sign the paper Will Rayner has drawed up and abide by its terms. Do
as much as that and your friends shan’t be more willing to help you. But
if you don’t do it—why, then, look out for yourself, for, by the Lord
above me, you ain’t got ten minutes to live.”
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