“Captain Lingard,” he burst out in desperation; “you can’t say I have worried you very much since this morning when I received you at the side, but I must be told something. What is it going to be with us? Fight or run?”
Lingard stopped short and now there was no doubt in Carter’s mind that the Captain was looking at him. There was no room for any doubt before that stern and enquiring gaze. “Aha!” thought Carter. “This has startled him”; and feeling that his shyness had departed he pursued his advantage. “For the fact of the matter is, sir, that, whatever happens, unless I am to be your man you will have no officer. I had better tell you at once that I have bundled that respectable, crazy, fat Shaw out of the ship. He was upsetting all hands. Yesterday I told him to go and get his dunnage together because I was going to send him aboard the yacht. He couldn’t have made more uproar about it if I had proposed to chuck him overboard. I warned him that if he didn’t go quietly I would have him tied up like a sheep ready for slaughter. However, he went down the ladder on his own feet, shaking his fist at me and promising to have me hanged for a pirate some day. He can do no harm on board the yacht. And now, sir, it’s for you to give orders and not for me—thank God!”
Lingard turned away, abruptly. Carter didn’t budge. After a moment he heard himself called from the other side of the deck and obeyed with alacrity.
“What’s that story of a man you picked up on the coast last evening?” asked Lingard in his gentlest tone. “Didn’t you tell me something about it when I came on board?”
“I tried to,” said Carter, frankly. “But I soon gave it up. You didn’t seem to pay any attention to what I was saying. I thought you wanted to be left alone for a bit. What can I know of your ways, yet, sir? Are you aware, Captain Lingard, that since this morning I have been down five times at the cabin door to look at you? There you sat. …”
He paused and Lingard said: “You have been five times down in the cabin?”
“Yes. And the sixth time I made up my mind to make you take some notice of me. I can’t be left without orders. There are two ships to look after, a lot of things to be done. …”
“There is nothing to be done,” Lingard interrupted with a mere murmur but in a tone which made Carter keep silent for a while.
“Even to know that much would have been something to go by,” he ventured at last. “I couldn’t let you sit there with the sun getting pretty low and a long night before us.”
“I feel stunned yet,” said Lingard, looking Carter straight in the face, as if to watch the effect of that confession.
“Were you very near that explosion?” asked the young man with sympathetic curiosity and seeking for some sign on Lingard’s person. But there was nothing. Not a single hair of the Captain’s head seemed to have been singed.
“Near,” muttered Lingard. “It might have been my head.” He pressed it with both hands, then let them fall. “What about that man?” he asked, brusquely. “Where did he come from? … I suppose he is dead now,” he added in an envious tone.
“No, sir. He must have as many lives as a cat,” answered Carter. “I will tell you how it was. As I said before I wasn’t going to give you up, dead or alive, so yesterday when the sun went down a little in the afternoon I had two of our boats manned and pulled in shore, taking soundings to find a passage if there was one. I meant to go back and look for you with the brig or without the brig—but that doesn’t matter now. There were three or four floating logs in sight. One of the Calashes in my boat made out something red on one of them. I thought it was worth while to go and see what it was. It was that man’s sarong. It had got entangled among the branches and prevented him rolling off into the water. I was never so glad, I assure you, as when we found out that he was still breathing. If we could only nurse him back to life, I thought, he could perhaps tell me a lot of things. The log on which he hung had come out of the mouth of the creek and he couldn’t have been more than half a day on it by my calculation. I had him taken down the main hatchway and put into a hammock in the ’tween-decks. He only just breathed then, but some time during the night he came to himself and got out of the hammock to lie down on a mat. I suppose he was more comfortable that way. He recovered his speech only this morning and I went down at once and told you of it, but you took no notice. I told you also who he
