WE BECOME CONSPIRATORS.
“You’ll find my first suggestion was good,” said Archie, as we stood in
the shelter of the wheel-house, for the wind was half a gale by this
time. “The proper thing to do is to chuck old Death’s-Head overboard.”
“It would certainly simplify matters,” I agreed; “but unfortunately it
can’t be done.”
“Then we ought to cultivate his friendship,” said Joe.
“How can we?”
“I don’t know; but it’s a great mistake to allow him to think he’s our
enemy.”
“Why so, Joe?”
“We’ve got to go into his province to get the treasure. He’s powerful
there, and we need his good will. He might make it pretty hot for us
otherwise.”
“True enough,” said Archie, gloomily. “But you can’t cultivate the
friendship of a dummy. He won’t respond worth a cent.”
“He must have _some_ sentiment,” suggested Joe; “his faithfulness to his
Prince proves that. Let’s study him and try to discover how to reach his
gratitude, or self-esteem, or——”
“Or what?”
“How to further his ambition.”
“If the Prince is buried at sea,” I said, reflectively, “Mai Lo will be
disgraced at home. If we can save him from this disgrace he ought to be
grateful, for it will give him a chance to carry out his ambitious
plans.”
“I thought he was obliged to commit suicide,” said Archie.
“So he is; but not immediately. First he must settle his master’s
affairs, and that business ought to provide pretty fair pickings for an
unscrupulous man. Then he will be obliged to seal up the ancestral hall
and destroy all traces of any entrance to it, or even its existence. All
this takes time, and will give him a chance to complete his plans for
running away with his plunder, most of which will be stolen from the
tombs of the Prince’s ancestors.”
“Will he dare do that?” asked Archie.
“Mai Lo has seen a good deal of the world outside of China,” said I,
“and such experience is bound to destroy many of the doctrines of his
religious belief. Contact with our western civilization made the Prince
an unbeliever in Shintoism, and perhaps did the same for Mai Lo.”
“Then why is he so set on lugging the body of the Prince to China? He
must know that this ancestor worship is a humbug.”
“He does. Also he knows that his people at home are still firm believers
in it. It is to save himself from disgrace that he will insist on taking
the body home.”
“I see,” responded Archie. “But he can’t do that, you know. There’s no
way to embalm the Prince properly, and Captain Steele has already
decided to drop the body overboard.”
Looking aft I saw the doctor pacing the quarter-deck with his pipe in
his mouth, and suddenly the sight inspired me with an idea.
“Boys,” I said, “we’ve got to have some help in this affair. We can’t
carry out the adventure all alone. Suppose we ask the doctor to join
us?”
“Old Gaylord?”
“Yes. He has good stuff in him, to my notion; and he says he’s out of a
job.”
“A good idea,” said Joe.
“Won’t he ask for too big a slice of the pie?” inquired Archie.
“According to the Prince there’s more treasure in his ancestral halls
than we could cart away in a year. If Dr. Gaylord will help us we won’t
lose anything by giving him his share.”
“I don’t see how he can help us a bit,” declared Archie. “For my part
I’d rather have Ned Britton or Mr. Perkins. They’re true blue and game
to fight to the last.”
“This isn’t a matter that depends on fighting, Archie,” I reminded him.
“Our whole ship’s crew wouldn’t make a showing against the thousands of
Chinamen if it came to open warfare. It’s a question of ready wit,
courage and audacity.”
“Then I can’t make out why you want the doctor,” returned Archie, with a
puzzled look.
“I know,” said Joe, in his quiet voice. “I think I’ve caught Sam’s idea,
and it’s a good one.”
“What is it, then?” asked Archie.
“With the doctor’s help we can fool Mai Lo and save him from disgrace.
And that will win his gratitude. Eh, Sam?”
“Quite right, Joe. Shall I call the doctor over?”
They nodded, and at my summons Dr. Gaylord willingly joined our little
group.
“Doctor,” said I, “there’s a conspiracy afloat. Do you want to join it?”
He gave me a shrewd glance.
“I knew there was something up,” he said, “and I’ve been trying to study
out what secret Prince Kai confided to you. It has worried me almost as
much as it has Mai Lo.”
“Oh!” said I, with a gasp. “Does _he_ suspect anything?”
“Mai Lo is no fool, and you were closeted with Prince Kai a long time.
Also, he witnessed an important paper, and I heard him ask the Prince
what had become of his ring.”
“What was the reply?” I inquired.
“Prince Kai told him he had given it to Sam Steele for an important
purpose, and that he had appointed you to carry out his secret wishes.
Also he exacted a promise from Mai Lo to obey you and render you any
assistance you might demand.”
“Good!” I exclaimed.
“Good as far as it goes,” said the doctor, drily; “but it won’t go far
with Mai Lo. He’s likely to cut your throat some night if you leave your
door unlocked.”
“Then you distrust him?” I asked, uneasily.
“More than that, Sam. I’m afraid of him. But let me have your story and
your proposal, and I’ll tell you in a jiffy whether I’ll join your
conspiracy or not.”
So I began by relating in full my various interviews with Prince Kai, in
the last of which Archie and Joe had been participants. I added that I
believed the Prince’s idea of our robbing his ancestors arose from my
relation of our former adventures in search of a treasure, which I had
told him with a view to amusing him. Once the mischievous notion had
seized him, he began to plan ways to assist us, and I think he derived a
certain pleasure during his last hours in imagining our difficulties and
trying to overcome them. Another thing that doubtless influenced him was
the desire to outwit Mai Lo, whom he suspected, probably with good
reason, of a desire to rob the tombs himself.
Dr. Gaylord listened to all the story without interruption, and I could
see that he was intensely interested. When I finished he smoked for a
time in silence, while we watched him rather anxiously. Finally he
knocked the ashes from his pipe and said, with decision:
“It looks too pretty to miss, my lads, and if you see where an old
fellow like me can be of use to you, I’ll stand by to the last. But I
want to warn you that we are taking big chances in this adventure, and
if any one of us escapes with a whole skin he’ll be lucky. On the other
hand, I know something of the enormous wealth of these ancestral halls,
and if we succeed in our undertaking our fortunes will be made. That
won’t mean much to you youngsters, of course; but it will enable me to
buy a snug farm in England and settle down to end my days in peace. So
I’m with you, lads, and you can count on my venturing as much as any of
you.”
“Do you know in what part of China the province of Kwang-Kai-Nong is,
doctor?” I inquired.
“Surely. It’s away up in the northwest, in the foothills of the
Himalayas—a most retired and out-of-the-way place; and that’s what’s
going to make our task doubly hard.”
“How can we get there?” asked Archie.
“By starting at Shanghai, traveling up the Yang-tse-Kiang a thousand
miles or so to Ichang, and then cutting across country by elephant-train
to the edge of the world, which is the province of Kwang-Kai-Nong.
That’s not very definite, is it? But the road to Kai-Nong, the capital,
is probably well known.”
“Mai Lo will show us the way,” I said.
The doctor looked at me blankly.
“We shall be obliged to take my father and Uncle Naboth into our
confidence soon,” I continued, “for the _Seagull_ must make straight for
Woosung anchorage, so that we may escort the body of Prince Kai to
Shanghai, and up the Yang-tse, while our ship goes to Canton to unload.
Then they can pick us up when we return.”
“Look here,” said Dr. Gaylord, testily, “have you gone crazy?”
“I hope not, sir.”
“Then what’s this nonsense about escorting Prince Kai’s body——”
“To Kai-Nong, so he may rest with his ancestors,” I interrupted. “That
will save Mai Lo from disgrace, and will enable him to return home in
triumph. To do this, he will gladly show us the way.”
The doctor’s stare turned to a grin.
“I begin to understand,” said he. “So that is why you wanted me to join
your party.”
“Exactly,” I replied. “We can’t get along without you.”
“And the spoils of war?”
“There shall be an equal division.”
“Very good!” said the doctor. “Very good indeed. The conspiracy is an
established fact, and the conspirators are bound to win.”
With a smile I glanced over his shoulder to where a motionless form
stood by the rail gazing steadfastly into the sea. The man was too far
away to have overheard us, but the sight of him froze my smile in an
instant.
It was Mai Lo.
“Come,” I said abruptly; “let’s go below and talk it over. It’s getting
chilly here.”