Dutch the Diver Part 18

"You'll see," said Mr Parkley, writing a few lines in his pocket-book and tearing off the leaf. "Now, then, about Rasp. Whom can we trust to take this ash.o.r.e?"

"Let me go," said Mr Meldon, the young doctor, "I will deliver it in safety."

"You will?" cried Mr Parkley. "That's well; but mind you don't get tampered with, nor the man this is to fetch."

Mr Meldon started, being rowed ash.o.r.e in a boat they hailed. The captain was ready to suspect everyone now, but in an hour old Rasp come grumbling aboard, with a huge carpet bag, which dragged him into the boat in which he came off, and nearly pulled him back into it when he mounted the side.

"Oh, yes, I'll go," he said, as soon as he encountered his employers on the deck. "Hain't got enough clean s.h.i.+rts, though. I allus thought that Tolly was good for nowt, and the forrener a bad un."

"And now, Rasp, I want you to go ash.o.r.e again for me," said Dutch.

"I'll take him with me," said the captain, "and keep a sharp look-out.

Mr Parkley is going too."

"I don't want no sharp look-outs," said Rasp, gruffly. "I can take care o' mysen'."

Rasp's mission was a simple one, namely, to purchase certain articles of outfit, for, with stern determination, the young man had set his face against revisiting his home. Moreover, as if distrustful of himself, he stayed on board, meaning to remain there for good.

The captain and mate both left for the sh.o.r.e, leaving Dutch in charge of the vessel, and so earnestly did they work that by nightfall they had secured six fresh men, and were hopeful of obtaining another half-dozen--all they required--by the following day.

The new-comers were of a rougher cla.s.s than those who had been wiled away, but for all that they were st.u.r.dy, useful men, and, anxious as the leaders of the expedition were to start, it was no time for choosing.

That night, little thinking that every action in connection with the vessel had been closely watched with a powerful gla.s.s from the upper window of a house overlooking the estuary, Captain Studwick returned with the mate, taking the precaution to give the men plenty of liquor, and placing them under hatches for safety.

Rasp had long been back with the necessaries Dutch required, bringing with them a letter, which the young man read, tore to shreds, and then sent fluttering over the side; and at last the party, feeling hopeful of success on the morrow, retired for the night, saving such as had to keep watch.

The next day, however, brought no success; not a man of those unemployed could be induced to undertake the voyage, and to Captain Studwick's great annoyance he found that by some means the whole business of the voyage had been turned into ridicule, and the men he addressed responded to his questions with a coa.r.s.e burst of laughter. With the determination, then, of sailing the next morning with the crew he had, and putting in at Plymouth with the hope of obtaining more, he returned on board, and was in the act of relating his ill-success, when Oak.u.m hailed a boat, pulled towards them by a couple of watermen, with half-a-dozen sailors in her stern.

It was growing dark, but those on deck could make out that the men had their long bolster-like kits with them, and the captain's heart beat with joy as he heard, in answer to the hail, that the men had come from one of the sailors' boarding-houses, having arrived there that afternoon.

"Simpson's, on West Quay," said one of the watermen. "He heerd you were looking out for hands, and he gave me this."

He handed a up letter in which the boarding-house keeper asked for five pounds for securing the men and talking them into coming, and as the sailors came on deck, and proved quite willing to sign for the voyage, the money was paid and the boat pushed off.

They were not a handsome set of men, three being Englishmen, one a Dane, and the other two Lascars, one a long black-haired fellow, the other a short-haired, closely-shaven man, with a stoop, and a slight halt in one leg. He was nearly black, and did not look an attractive addition to the party; but the men declared he was an old s.h.i.+p-mate, and a good hand, evidently displaying an inclination, too, to refuse to go without him, so he was included.

"I think we can set our friend at defiance now," said the captain, rubbing his hands as the men went below.

"I don't know," said Mr Parkley. "He's one of those treacherous, cunning scoundrels that will steal a march on us when it is least expected. It's a fine night, and not so very dark; the tide serves; so what do you say to dropping down at once, and putting a few miles of sea between us and our friend?"

"The very thing I should have proposed," said the captain; "and, what's more, I say make all sail for our port, in case our friend should charter a fresh vessel and be before us."

"He would not get the divers."

"No, perhaps not; but he might make up a party who could overhaul and plunder us. I shall not be happy till we are well on the way."

"Good, then, let's make our start. It will astonish Pugh when he comes up from his berth to find us full-handed and well on our way."

"Is he lying down, then?" said the captain.

"Yes, I persuaded him to go, as he was the watch again to-night. The fellow is ill with worry and anxiety, and we can't afford to have him knocked up. You'll start, then, at once."

"In a quarter of an hour or so," said Captain Studwick. "Here's a large barque coming up, and we may as well let her clear us first."

Giving the word to the mate, the first half-dozen men were called up, and a couple of sails made ready for hoisting, so as to give steerage way, and the motions of the dimly-seen barque were watched.

"I don't want her to run foul of us," said the captain, "for if she did, I should be ready to swear that it was one of the Cuban's plans."

"Hardly," replied Mr Parkley. "If any fresh hindrance is to come to us, it will be from the sh.o.r.e. If you take my advice, you will not let a boat approach the s.h.i.+p to-night."

"I don't mean to," said the captain. "All right, she'll give us a pretty good wide berth. Hallo! What's that?" he said, crossing over to port.

"Boat from the sh.o.r.e, sir," said one of the men; and at the same moment came a hail out of the darkness.

"Ahoy there! Heave us a rope."

Oak.u.m stepped forward, and was about to cast a rope down, when the captain stayed him.

"What is it?" he said sharply. "Keep off, or you may have something through your planks;" and as he spoke he peered down into the boat.

"Here, Jones, keep a sharp look-out on the other side, and see that no boat comes up."

"Is that Captain Studwick?" said a woman's voice.

"Yes, and what then?" said the captain. "Now, it won't do. The trick's too clear. How many have you in that boat?"

"No one but myself," replied the same voice. "Pray, pray let me come on board."

"Who are you, and what do you want?" exclaimed the captain. "Quick!

I've no time to waste."

"Let her come on board," cried Mr Parkley, hastily. "Don't you know her?" he whispered; "it's Mrs Pugh." Then leaning over the side--"Hester, my child, is that you?"

"Yes," was the hoa.r.s.e reply. "Mr Parkley, for Heaven's sake, take me on board."

"There, I told you so," exclaimed Mr Parkley; "let down the steps."

"I tell you it's some ruse of that cursed Cuban," cried the captain, angrily. "If you give way we shall be stopped again. Keep that boat off below there."

"No, no!" cried Mr Parkley. "Stop. Studwick, I take the responsibility on myself. Oak.u.m, lower the steps, and throw that rope."

"Ay, ay, sir," said the old sailor. "Am I to do it?" he continued to the captain.

"Yes, if he wishes it," was the testy reply; and then in a low voice he said to the mate, "Slip the hawser, and haul up the jib and staysail.

I'm going to the wheel."

His orders were rapidly executed, and the long, graceful vessel began almost imperceptibly to move through the water.

"If it is any trick," said the captain, as he went aft to the man he had stationed at the wheel, "it shall take place at sea. What's that?"