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Clayton asked no questionsâhe did not need toâand the following day, as the great lines of a British battleship grew out of the distant horizon, he half determined to demand that he and Lady Alice be put aboard her, for his fears were steadily increasing that nothing but harm could result from remaining on the lowering, sullen Fuwalda.
Toward noon they were within speaking distance of the British vessel, but when Clayton had nearly decided to ask the captain to put them aboard her, the obvious ridiculousness of such a request became suddenly apparent. What reason could he give the officer commanding her majestyâs ship for desiring to go back in the direction from which he had just come!
What if he told them that two insubordinate seamen had been roughly handled by their officers? They would but laugh in their sleeves and attribute his reason for wishing to leave the ship to but one thingâcowardice.
John Clayton, Lord Greystoke, did not ask to be transferred to the British man-of-war. Late in the afternoon he saw her upper works fade below the far horizon, but not before he learned that which confirmed his greatest fears, and caused him to curse the false pride which had restrained him from seeking safety for his young wife a few short hours before, when safety was within reachâa safety which was now gone forever.
It was midafternoon that brought the little old sailor, who had been felled by the captain a few days before, to where Clayton and his wife stood by the shipâs side watching the ever diminishing outlines of the great battleship. The old fellow was polishing brasses, and as he came edging along until close to Clayton he said, in an undertone:
ââEllâs to pay, sir, on this âere craft, anâ mark my word for it, sir. âEllâs to pay.â
âWhat do you mean, my good fellow?â asked Clayton.
âWy, hasnât ye seen wats goinâ on? Hasnât ye âeard that devilâs spawn of a capting anâ is mates knockinâ the bloominâ lights outen âarf the crew?
âTwo busted âeads yesteâday, anâ three to-day. Black Michaelâs as good as new agin anâ âeâs not the bully to stand fer it, not âe; anâ mark my word for it, sir.â
âYou mean, my man, that the crew contemplates mutiny?â asked Clayton.
âMutiny!â exclaimed the old fellow. âMutiny! They means murder, sir, anâ mark my word for it, sir.â
âWhen?â
âHitâs cominâ, sir; hitâs cominâ but Iâm not a-sayinâ wen, anâ Iâve said too damned much now, but ye was a good sort tâother day anâ I thought it no moreân right to warn ye. But keep a still tongue in yer âead anâ when ye âear shootinâ git below anâ stay there.
âThatâs all, only keep a still tongue in yer âead, or theyâll put a pill between yer ribs, anâ mark my word for it, sir,â and the old fellow went on with his polishing, which carried him away from where the Claytons were standing.
âDeuced cheerful outlook, Alice,â said Clayton.
âYou should warn the captain at once, John. Possibly the trouble may yet be averted,â she said.
âI suppose I should, but yet from purely selfish motives I am almost prompted to `keep a still tongue in my âead.â Whatever they do now they will spare us in recognition of my stand for this fellow Black Michael, but should they find that I had betrayed them there would be no mercy shown us, Alice.â
âYou have but one duty, John, and that lies in the interest of vested authority. If you do not warn the captain you are as much a party to whatever follows as though you had helped to plot and carry it out with your own head and hands.â
âYou do not understand, dear,â replied Clayton. âIt is of you I am thinkingâthere lies my first duty. The captain has brought this condition upon himself, so why then should I risk subjecting my wife to unthinkable horrors in a probably futile attempt to save him from his own brutal folly? You have no conception, dear, of what would follow were this pack of cutthroats to gain control of the Fuwalda.â
âDuty is duty, John, and no amount of sophistries may change it. I would be a poor wife for an English lord were I to be responsible for his shirking a plain duty. I realize the danger which must follow, but I can face it with you.â
âHave it as you will then, Alice,â he answered, smiling. âMaybe we are borrowing trouble. While I do not like the looks of things on board this ship, they may not be so bad after all, for it is possible that the `Ancient Marinerâ was but voicing the desires of his wicked old heart rather than speaking of real facts.
âMutiny on the high sea may have been common a hundred years ago, but in this good year 1888 it is the least likely of happenings.
âBut there goes the captain to his cabin now. If I am going to warn him I might as well get the beastly job over for I have little stomach to talk with the brute at all.â
So saying he strolled carelessly in the direction of the companionway through which the captain had passed, and a moment later was knocking at his door.
âCome in,â growled the deep tones of that surly officer.
And when Clayton had entered, and closed the door behind him:
âWell?â
âI have come to report the gist of a conversation I heard to-day, because I feel that, while there may be nothing to it, it is as well that you be forearmed. In short, the men contemplate mutiny and murder.â
âItâs a lie!â roared the captain. âAnd if you have been interfering again with the discipline of this ship, or meddling in affairs that donât concern you you can take the consequences, and be damned. I donât care whether you are an English lord or not. Iâm captain of this here ship, and from now on you keep your meddling nose out of my business.â
The captain had worked himself up to such a frenzy of rage that he was fairly purple of face, and he shrieked the last words at the top of his voice, emphasizing his remarks by a loud thumping of the table with one huge fist, and shaking the other in Claytonâs face.
Greystoke never turned a hair, but stood eying the excited man with level gaze.
âCaptain Billings,â he drawled finally, âif you will pardon my candor, I might remark that you are something of an ass.â
Whereupon he turned and left the captain with the same indifferent ease that was habitual with him, and which was more surely calculated to raise the ire of a man of Billingsâ class than a torrent of invective.
So, whereas the captain might easily have been brought to regret his hasty speech had Clayton attempted to conciliate him, his temper was now irrevocably set in the mold in which Clayton had left it, and the last chance of their working together for their common good was gone.
âWell, Alice,â said Clayton, as he rejoined his wife, âI might have saved my breath. The fellow proved most ungrateful. Fairly jumped at me like a mad dog.
âHe and his blasted old ship may hang, for aught I care; and until we are safely off the thing I shall spend my energies in looking after our own welfare. And I rather fancy the first step to that end should be to go to our cabin and look over my revolvers. I am sorry now that we packed the larger guns and the ammunition with the stuff below.â
They found their quarters in a bad state of disorder. Clothing from their open boxes and bags strewed the little apartment, and even their beds had been torn to pieces.
âEvidently someone was more anxious about our belongings than we,â said Clayton. âLetâs have a look around, Alice, and see whatâs missing.â
A thorough search revealed the fact that nothing had been taken but Claytonâs two revolvers and the small supply of ammunition he had saved out for them.
âThose are the very things I most wish they had left us,â said Clayton, âand the fact that they wished for them and them alone is most sinister.â
âWhat are we to do, John?â asked his wife. âPerhaps you were right in that our best chance lies in maintaining a neutral position.
âIf the officers are able to prevent a mutiny, we have nothing to fear, while if the mutineers are victorious our one slim hope lies in not having attempted to thwart or antagonize them.â
âRight you are, Alice. Weâll keep in the middle of the road.â
As they started to straighten up their cabin, Clayton and his wife simultaneously noticed the corner of a piece of paper protruding from beneath the door of their quarters. As Clayton stooped to reach for it he was amazed to see it move further into the room, and then he realized that it was being pushed inward by someone from without.
Quickly and silently he stepped toward the door, but, as he reached for the knob to throw it open, his wifeâs hand fell upon his wrist.
âNo, John,â she whispered. âThey do not wish to be seen, and so we cannot afford to see them. Do not forget that we are keeping to the middle of the road.â
Clayton smiled and dropped his hand to his side. Thus they stood watching the little bit of white paper until it finally remained at rest upon the floor just inside the door.
Then Clayton stooped and picked it up. It was a bit of grimy, white paper roughly folded into a ragged square. Opening it they found a crude message printed almost illegibly, and with many evidences of an unaccustomed task.
Translated, it was a warning to the Claytons to refrain from reporting the loss of the revolvers, or from repeating what the old sailor had told themâto refrain on pain of death.
âI rather imagine weâll be good,â said Clayton with a rueful smile. âAbout all we can do is to sit tight and wait for whatever may come.â
Nor did they have long to wait, for the next morning as Clayton was emerging on deck for his accustomed walk before breakfast, a shot rang out, and then another, and another.
The sight which met his eyes confirmed his worst fears. Facing the little knot of officers was the entire motley crew of the Fuwalda, and at their head stood Black Michael.
At the first volley from the officers the men ran for shelter, and from points of vantage behind masts, wheel-house and cabin they returned the fire of the five men who represented the hated authority of the ship.
Two of their number had gone down before the captainâs revolver. They lay where they had fallen between the combatants. But then the first mate lunged forward upon his face, and at a cry of command from Black Michael the mutineers charged the remaining four. The crew had been able to muster but six firearms, so most of them were armed with boat hooks, axes, hatchets and crowbars.
The captain had emptied his revolver and was reloading as the charge was made. The second mateâs gun had jammed, and so there were but two weapons opposed to the mutineers as they bore down upon the officers, who now started to give back before the infuriated rush of their men.
Both sides were cursing and swearing in a frightful manner, which, together with the reports of the firearms and the screams and groans of the wounded, turned the deck of
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