With Cochrane the DauntlessHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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With Cochrane the Dauntless
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Biographical fiction; Dundonald, Thomas Cochrane, Earl of, 1775-1860
“If you don’t mind, captain, I think that it would be a very good plan to
say nothing whatever to Jacopo about this business of the gold. I own I
don’t like the fellow. In the first place, he is abominably lazy, and
never does anything like his share of the work; in the second place, to my
mind he is an evil-looking scoundrel. I don’t want to deprive him of a
share of the money if the time ever comes when we may talk of dividing it,
but in the meantime there is no reason why he should know it has been
moved. That day when we examined it and found it was safe, I noticed an
evil look come into his eyes, and, unless I am greatly mistaken, the idea
struck him that if he were to rid himself of us, he would be master of all
that treasure. There will be no difficulty in carrying out the matter
without his knowing it. When we were moving the stores he often remained
behind under the pretence of cooking, and we have only to say that we are
going to overhaul the cargo and see if we can find anything else that may
be useful to us some day, and he will be glad enough to be left in charge
here.”
“I think that you are right,” the captain agreed. “I have no reason to
doubt Jacopo’s honesty, still the thought of so much wealth, although it
is of no more value here than so much sand, may excite his avarice. Many a
man’s throat has been cut in Peru for a score of dollars or less, and it
is just as well not to put any temptation in the fellow’s way. You and I
at the present moment would exchange all that gold for a stout twenty-feet
boat, well provisioned; but to him it would be simply wealth beyond his
dreams, and it is just as well not to put any ideas into his mind by ever
mentioning the stuff before him.”
The gold was brought on shore and buried in the sand at the foot of a tall
tree standing just beyond the highest watermark. The work took them two
days, as some time was spent in making a further search in the cargo, from
which was fished up a bale of linen trousers and coats, which formed the
undress uniform during the heat of summer. Some shoes were also found, and
Stephen and the captain returned to the fort, each laden with a large
bundle. Stephen was especially glad at the discovery of the light clothes.
Those in which he had started on the chase of the brig were so shrunk with
sea water as to be almost unwearable, and he had been going about in
Spanish uniform, which he found most uncomfortably hot. He was almost
barefooted, and the shoes were even more highly prized than the light
clothing. The captain had also lost all his effects, but Jacopo had saved
his scanty wardrobe.
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