n its place was the ugly body
of a dismounted Gatling gun.
"Got six of them," he whispered, with unholy mystery, through which his
native frankness gaped out. "Worth their weight in gold out there just
now, the skipper says. Got a heap of rifles, too, and lots of
ammunition. He's given me a share. This is better than the P. and O.,
and playing deck cricket with the passengers. I'd made up my mind
already to chuck that, and go in for plantin' sugar, when I ran across
the skipper. Wonderful chap, the skipper! I'll go and tell him. He's
been out all night; only came aboard at four bells; having a nap now, but
he won't mind that for you."
Off he went. I wondered what there was in Zachary Pearse to attract a
youngster of this sort; one of the customary twelve children of some
country parson, no doubt-burning to shoot a few niggers, and for ever
frank and youthful.
He came back with his hands full of bottles.
"What'll you drink? The skipper'll be here in a jiffy. Excuse my goin'
on deck. We're so busy."
And in five minutes Zachary Pearse did come. He made no attempt to shake
hands, for which I respected him. His face looked worn, and more defiant
than usual.
"Well, gentlemen?" he said.
"We've come to ask what you're going to do?" said Dan.
"I don't know," answered Pearse, "that that's any of your business."
Dan's little eyes were like the eyes of an angry pig.
"You've got five hundred pounds of mine," he said; "why do you think I
gave it you?"
Zachary bit his fingers.
"That's no concern of mine," he said. "I sail on Wednesday. Your
money's safe."
"Do you know what I think of you?" said Dan.
"No, and you'd better not tell me!" Then, with one of his peculiar
changes, he smiled: "As you like, though."
Dan's face grew very dark. "Give me a plain answer," he said: "What are
you going to do about her?"
Zachary looked up at him from under his brows.
"Nothing."
"Are you cur enough to deny that you've married her?"
Zachary looked at him coolly. "Not at all," he said.
"What in God's name did you do it for?"
"You've no monopoly in the post of husband, Mr. Treffry."
"To put a child in that position! Haven't you the heart of a man? What
d' ye come sneaking in at night for? By Gad! Don't you know you've done
a beastly thing?"
Zachary's face darkened, he clenched his fists. Then he seemed to shut
his anger into himself.
"You wanted me to leave her to you," he
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