THE NEW PERIL
I laughed, but without paying him the compliment of looking at him.
"I 've changed allegiance, that's all, Broussard. It's money which
makes the mare go with all of us, eh? The Captain turned me loose last
night."
"You wif us? You go volunter?"
"Well, something like that. I 'm to be drill-master, or general, for
those tattered battalions down in the jungles. What do you think of
the job?"
He shrugged his shoulders, and then grinned.
"What ze dif!" and he swept his hands about in expressive gesture.
"Sea--land, if only one gets the price, M'sieur. But for me I like to
go, to move; not lie still an' rot."
"Of course," falling into his mood, "that's in your blood, I reckon,
but the Captain said we were only to hide here for a day."
"Maybe day, maybe week. No one knows how long. We wait till the sea
is clear. Bah! the man 'fraid of shadow. He give me sheep, an' I show
heem."
"You 'd take a chance?"
"Oui, M'sieur. I wait till dark, no more, den I take ze chance. But
ze Capitaine, he no sailor, M'sieur; I know heem long while."
"How long?"
"Oh, seek, eight year."
"Then you can tell me if he is really Judge Henley's son?"
"Oui, M'sieur; 'tis sure I can. I hav' been with heem there," his
brown hand outstretched landward, "where we got you, hey, many the
time; besides, the Judge he been on zis sheep. Of course he was son;
why you think not?"
I shook my head, unwilling to discuss the affair with the fellow, yet
impressed by his statement.
"I am beginning to believe I do not know very much about it,
Broussard," I explained briefly, moving aside to the rail. "I came
down South with another story pumped into me, that's all."
"And ze young woman," he persisted, following me closely, "why she
come?"
"For the same reason I did."
He laughed, his eyes sparkling.
"More like 'cause she love you, hey! Sacre, she was fine-lookin' girl,
but," shrugging his shoulders, "'t is the Capitaine, not ze mate, who
may admire."
I turned on the fellow, my blood boiling.
"What do you mean by that! That Henley will dare intrude himself?"
"_Sacre_, an' why not, M'sieur! He is ze Capitaine; nobody tell him
not on ze _Sea Gull_. I know him seek, eight year, an' he devil with
women. She not ze furst to be on board ze sheep. Zar no use you be
mad, M'sieur; he laugh at you."
"Then for once he will laugh at the wrong man, Broussard," I said
soberly. Regretting the threat even as I uttered it, I left him and
walked aft, aware as I turned of the sneer on his face. Yet even then,
although burning with anger, I knew better than to remain. I dare not
speak the bitter words on my tongue, feeling certain that whatever I
said would be repeated to Henley. I despised Broussard, and would have
taken the rat by the throat, but for a wholesome fear of his master. I
knew men well enough to understand the character of the _Sea Gull's_
Captain. With unlimited power in his hands he was not an antagonist to
be despised. He was a cruel, merciless coward, and, in spite of my
boast, I realized how helpless I was to oppose his will, here, in the
midst of men who would obey his slightest command. Nor did I doubt his
purpose; now that he had seemingly won me over to his scheme, he would
turn his attention to her, feeling secure from interference. I had
permitted him to believe that she was but a chance acquaintance, in
whom I felt little interest, and he would consequently anticipate no
serious protest from me. Even if I did intervene he possessed the
power to render me helpless. And he was Judge Henley's son, or, at
least, so these men believed who had been associated with him for
years. The situation grew more and more complicated; it was no longer
merely her word against his, and yet I could not doubt the truth of any
statement she had made to me. There was a mystery here unexplained,
involving the dead, and strangely complicating the lives of the living.
I paced the deck undisturbed, struggling vainly to evolve some
solution. Broussard stared in my direction for a moment, but made no
effort to follow, and finally disappeared forward. There was nothing
on sea or land to distract my attention, and I felt that I would be
nearer to her below in the cabin than on deck. The skylight was
closed, although even then it gave me a partial view, and, as I gazed
through the clouded glass, I perceived a shadow pass. The next instant
the negro steward emerged from the companion. Some swift impulse led
me to crouch instantly out of sight, until the sound of his feet on the
deck convinced me the fellow was going forward. I watched him
cautiously; he stopped twice to glance back, but, perceiving nothing,
finally vanished into the forecastle. While I in no way connected his
actions with myself, yet the disquieting thought as instantly occurred
to me that the negro's going forward had left the Captain and Viola
Henley alone below. If the steward was acting under orders his being
dispatched from the cabin at this hour was for a purpose. Determined
to learn what this purpose might be, I crept to the door of the
companion, and then down the stairs.
The main cabin was vacant, but the door of number 5 stateroom stood
slightly ajar. Assured I should find it empty, my heart already
beating furiously, I took a swift glance within. It in no way differed
from the room which had been assigned me opposite, and everything was
in perfect order. Evidently the girl had departed without a struggle,
and with full expectation of an early return. Her small hand-bag lay
on the berth unlatched, and a handkerchief, together with a pair of
gloves, were upon the chair. That she had not gone on deck was a
certainty, while the deserted cabin led me irresistibly to suspect the
Captain's quarters. He had dismissed the steward on some excuse,
opened her door, and, using some pretense, or authority, had impelled
her to accompany him. She had no means of resistance even if she had
suspected his purpose, and the probability was the fellow had been
plausible enough to achieve his point without violence. This was all
clear enough to my mind, but what I could do to help her, to overcome
him, was not so evident. I was alone, unarmed, surrounded by men under
his command.
Possibly, even now, I was under surveillance. The negro had left the
cabin, I knew, but where was Herman? Broussard was in charge of the
deck, and hence this would be the first mate's watch below. Impressed
with this disconcerting thought, I emerged again into the main cabin.
The stateroom doors were all closed, and I had to guess which was the
German's. I was sure, however, that Broussard occupied the first on
the port side; I had heard him open that door while talking to the
steward, and it was highly probable the first mate had the apartment
opposite. Judging from the position of the doors these would be larger
than the other staterooms, and, if Herman was the real navigator of the
boat, he would require good quarters. I listened at the door, but
heard nothing; then, rendered desperate by the delay, tried the knob
cautiously. The door was unlocked, opening noiselessly. A glance
convinced me the room was unoccupied, and I stepped inside, gazing
about in surprise. It was nearly twice the size of my own apartment,
containing a wide single berth, several comfortable upholstered chairs,
and a large desk, on which stood a sextant, besides several charts, one
unrolled. To my left, close against the side of the vessel was a
narrow door standing ajar, and through the opening I caught sight of a
porcelain bath tub.
Instantly my mind leaped to a conclusion--the first mate was not on
board; he was ashore with the boat party, and that beast Henley, was
entirely alone. He had taken advantage of the opportunity. But what
in God's name could I do! If I broke down the door into his cabin, the
noise would be heard on deck, and besides, the fellow was armed. The
only result of such an effort would be my own imprisonment, leaving her
in more helpless stress than before. Without knowing why, I stepped
around the desk, and peered into the bathroom. It was small, but
perfect in arrangement, and, to my surprise, revealed a second door.
In an instant I understood--this was not Herman's private bath, but was
also used by the Captain; that second door led to the after-cabin. I
was there in two strides, my ear at the crack listening. Nothing
reached me but the murmur of a voice, the words indistinguishable, yet
this was sufficient to convince me that I was on the right trail. The
two were together, and here was an opportunity for me to reach them
unobserved. Slowly, using every precaution to avoid noise, I turned
the knob, and opened the intervening door a scant inch. I could hear
the voice now plainly, but my view was blocked by a heavy curtain.
Breathless, I drew a fold aside, and caught a glimpse of the interior.
Neither occupant was facing in my direction, and both were too deeply
interested to observe. Besides, the possibility of intrusion was not
in their minds. Henley stood beside his desk, the same sneering smile
I had learned to hate, curling his lips, his eyes on her face in a gaze
that was insult. The girl, evidently retreating before him, alarmed by
some word he had uttered, or by his approach, had reached the door, and
grasped the knob. The expression on her face told me she had
discovered it locked, herself a prisoner, and that she had turned in
desperation. Her first, swift, unrestraining speech gave me full
understanding of her despair.
"You have trapped me here--you--you brute," she burst forth. "What you
said out yonder was all a lie to--to get me to come with you!"
"Well, what of it?" insinuatingly. "All is fair in love and war, I
have heard, and this is either the one or the other. Why should n't it
be me, my dear, as well as the other?"
"What do you mean? Do you connect me with Gordon Craig?"
"Of course," and he laughed. "Why shouldn't I, please? You came with
him from the North, did you not--traveling as his wife? Picked the
fellow up on the street, did n't you? My dear, this assumption of
outraged virtue is all thrown away on me--I happen to know your
history."
She took a deep breath, standing straight before him, her cheeks
burning.
"Perhaps you think you do," she said, now in full control of herself.
"But you are going to learn your mistake. I am here under unpleasant
circumstances, yet, I am not subject to your insult. I refuse to
answer you, or remain in your presence," she stepped aside, leaving
free passage. "You will unlock that door."
"Hardly that," and I could see his fingers shut down on the top of the
desk. "It takes more than a few words to change me. Really, I like
you better than I did. You are decidedly pretty now you are angry.
Besides, what have I to be afraid of? There is no one but us in this
part of the ship; I fixed that up before I went after you; even your
friend Craig is mooning around somewhere on deck, dreaming about a
fortune. If you cry out, no one will hear you, and if they did, God
pity the man who attempted to come in here. I 'm Captain of the _Sea
Gull_, and there 's not a rapscallion on board who would risk his skull
to help you. Even Craig would n't; Lord, he even told me himself you
were nothing to him."
"He--he told you that!"
"He certainly did, in this room. Come, now, what is the use of being
such a cat? I 'm not a bad fellow if I am treated half-way decent. I
've got money to spend, and know how to spend it." He took a step
forward, but she never moved.
"Don't touch me," she said in a tone that stopped him. "I am a woman,
but I can defend myself."