'And now better lid 'im to the nirrest polissstation; or weel you go and tell the poliss yourself?' asked the Portuguese, in the same tone of mordant irony.
'Ay, ay,' growled Harris; 'that's the next thing!'
'No,' said Rattray; 'the next thing's for you two to leave him to me.'
'We'll see you damned!' cried the captain.
'No, no, my friend,' said Santos, with a shrug; 'let him have his way. He is as fond of his skeen as you are of yours; he'll come round to our way in the end. I know this Senhor Cole. It is necessary for 'im to die. But it is not necessary this moment; let us live them together for a leetle beet.'
'That's all I ask,' said Rattray.
'You won't ask it twice,' rejoined Santos, shrugging. 'I know this Senhor Cole. There is only one way of dilling with a man like that. Besides, he 'as 'alf-keeled my good Jose; it is necessary for 'im to die.'
'I agree with the senhor,' said Harris, whose forehead was starred with sticking-plaster. 'It's him or us, an' we're all agen you, squire. You'll have to give in, first or last.'
And the pair were gone; their steps grew faint in the corridor; when we could no longer hear them, Rattray closed the door and quietly locked it. Then he turned to me, stern enough, and pointed to the door with a hand that shook.
'You see how it is?'
'Perfectly.'
'They want to kill you!'
'Of course they do.'
'It's your own fault; you've run yourself into this. I did my best to keep you out of it. But in you come, and spill first blood.'
'I don't regret it,' said I.
'Oh, you're damned mule enough not to regret anything!' cried Rattray. 'I see the sort you are; yet but for me, I tell you plainly, you'd be a dead man now.'
'I can't think why you interfered.'
'You've heard the reason. I won't have murder done here if I can prevent it; so far I have; it rests with you whether I can go on preventing it or not.'
'With me, does it?'
He sat down on the side of the bed. He threw an arm to the far side of my body, and he leaned over me with savage eyes now staring into mine, now resting with a momentary gleam of pride upon my battered head. I put up my hand; it lit upon a very turban of bandages, and at that I tried to take his hand in mine. He shook it off, and his eyes met mine more fiercely than before.
'See here, Cole,' said he; 'I don t know how the devil you got wind of anything to start with, and I don't care. What I do know is that you've made bad enough a long chalk worse for all concerned, and you'll have to get yourself out of the mess you've got yourself into, and there's only one way. I suppose Miss Denison has really told you everything this time? What's that? Oh, yes, she's all right again; no thanks to you. Now let's hear what she did tell you. It'll save time.
I repeated the hurried disclosures made by Eva in the rhododendrons. He nodded grimly in confirmation of their truth.
'Yes, those are the rough facts. The game was started in Melbourne. My part was to wait at Ascension till the Lady Jermyn signalled herself, follow her in a schooner we had bought and pick up the gig with the gold aboard. Well, I did so; never mind the details now, and never mind the bloody massacre the others had made of it before I came up. God knows I was never a consenting party to that, though I know I'm responsible. I'm in this thing as deep as any of them. I've shared the risks and I'm going to share the plunder, and I'll swing with the others if it ever comes to that. I deserve it hard enough. And so here we are, we three and the nigger, all four fit to swing in a row, as you were fool enough to tell us; and you step in and find out everything. What's to be done? You know what the others want to do. I say it rests with you whether they do it or not. There's only one other way of meeting the case.'
'What's that?'
'Be in it yourself, man! Come in with me and split my share!'
I could have burst out laughing in his handsome, eager face; the good faith of this absurd proposal was so incongruously apparent; and so obviously genuine was the young villain's anxiety for my consent. Become accessory after the fact in such a crime! Sell my silence for a price! I concealed my feelings with equal difficulty and resolution. I had plans of my own already, but I must gain time to think them over. Nor could I afford to quarrel with Rattray meanwhile.
'What was the haul?' I asked him, with the air of one not unprepared to consider the matter.
'Twelve thousand ounces!'
'Forty-eight thousand pounds, about?'
'Yes-yes.'
'And your share?'
'Fourteen thousand pounds. Santos takes twenty, and Harris and I fourteen thousand each.'
'And you offer me seven?'
'I do! I do!'
He was becoming more and more eager and excited. His eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them,
