“Well, well; no more of him,” interrupted the Rover, a little
impatiently, as if he liked not that his companion should look too
deeply into the policy of his government, so early in his initiation.
“I will see to him. If I mistake not, fellow, you over-acted your own
part to-day, and were a little too forward in leading on the trouble.”
“I hope your Honour will remember that the crew had been piped to
mischief; besides, there could be no great harm in washing the powder
off a few marines.”
“Ay, but you pressed the point after your officer had seen fit to
interfere. Be wary in future, lest you make the acting too true to
nature, and you get applauded in a manner quite as well performed.”
The fellow promised caution and amendment; and then he was dismissed,
with his reward in gold, and with an injunction to be secret in his
return. So soon as the interview was ended, the Rover and Wilder
resumed their walk; the former having made sure that no evesdropper had
been at hand to steal into his mysterious connexion with the spy. The
silence was again long, thoughtful, and deep.
“Good ears” (recommenced the Rover) “are nearly as important, in a ship
like this, as a stout heart. The rogues forward must not be permitted
to eat of the fruit of knowledge, lest we, who are in the cabins, die.”
“This is a perilous service in which we are embarked,” observed his
companion, by a sort of involuntary exposure of his secret thoughts.
The Rover remained silent, making many turns across the deck, before he
again opened his lips. When he spoke, it was in a voice so bland and
gentle, that his words sounded more like the admonitory tones of a
considerate friend, than like the language of a man who had long been
associated with a set of beings so rude and unprincipled as those with
whom he was now seen.
“You are still on the threshold of your life, Mr Wilder,” he said, “and
it is all before you to choose the path on which you will go. As yet,
you have been present at no violation of what the world calls its laws;
nor is it too late to say you never will be. I may have been selfish in
my wish to gain you; but try me; and you will find that self, though
often active, cannot, nor does not, long hold its dominion over my
mind. Say but the word, and you are free; it is easy to destroy the
little evidence which exists of your having made one of my crew. The
land is not far beyond that streak of fading light; before to-morrow’s
sun shall set, your foot may tread it.”
“Then, why not both? If this irregular life be evil for me, it is the
same for you. Could I hope”—
“What would you say?” calmly demanded the Rover, after waiting
sufficiently long to be sure his companion hesitated to continue.
“Speak freely; your words are for the ears of a friend.”
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