“Did he?” said Nares, with a significant dryness. And almost as he spoke
the pumps sucked, and sucked again, and the men threw down their bars.
“There, what do you make of that?” he asked. “Now, I'll tell, Mr. Dodd,”
he went on, lowering his voice, but not shifting from his easy attitude
against the rail, “this ship is as sound as the Norah Creina. I had a
guess of it before we came aboard, and now I know.”
“It's not possible!” I cried. “What do you make of Trent?”
“I don't make anything of Trent; I don't know whether he's a liar or
only an old wife; I simply tell you what's the fact,” said Nares. “And
I'll tell you something more,” he added: “I've taken the ground myself
in deep-water vessels; I know what I'm saying; and I say that, when
she first struck and before she bedded down, seven or eight hours' work
would have got this hooker off, and there's no man that ever went two
years to sea but must have known it.”
I could only utter an exclamation.
Nares raised his finger warningly. “Don't let THEM get hold of it,” said
he. “Think what you like, but say nothing.”
I glanced round; the dusk was melting into early night; the twinkle of
a lantern marked the schooner's position in the distance; and our men,
free from further labour, stood grouped together in the waist, their
faces illuminated by their glowing pipes.
“Why didn't Trent get her off?” inquired the captain. “Why did he want
to buy her back in 'Frisco for these fabulous sums, when he might have
sailed her into the bay himself?”
“Perhaps he never knew her value until then,” I suggested.
“I wish we knew her value now,” exclaimed Nares. “However, I don't want
to depress you; I'm sorry for you, Mr. Dodd; I know how bothering it
must be to you; and the best I can say's this: I haven't taken much
time getting down, and now I'm here I mean to work this thing in proper
style. I just want to put your mind at rest: you shall have no trouble
with me.”
There was something trusty and friendly in his voice; and I found myself
gripping hands with him, in that hard, short shake that means so much
with English-speaking people.
“We'll do, old fellow,” said he. “We've shaken down into pretty good
friends, you and me; and you won't find me working the business any the
less hard for that. And now let's scoot for supper.”
After supper, with the idle curiosity of the seafarer, we pulled ashore
in a fine moonlight, and landed on Middle Brook's Island. A flat beach
surrounded it upon all sides; and the midst was occupied by a thicket
of bushes, the highest of them scarcely five feet high, in which the
sea-fowl lived. Through this we tried at first to strike; but it were
easier to cross Trafalgar Square on a day of demonstration than to
invade these haunts of sleeping sea-birds. The nests sank, and the eggs
burst under footing; wings beat in our faces, beaks menaced our eyes,
our minds were confounded with the screeching, and the coil spread over
the island and mounted high into the air.
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