Jack Harkaway and His Son's Escape from the Brigands of Greece

  CHAPTER XLVIII

  OLD JOE PLOTS WITH HUNSTON--WHAT CAME OF THE PLOT.

  The Harkaway family and their guests were all assembled at dinner,after the shark-fishing, when the conversation turned upon their oldenemy.

  "I wish we were fairly rid of him," said Mrs. Harkaway, "for all thewhile he is on board, I feel as if some misfortune were hanging overus."

  Jack smiled.

  "Have you had any dreams, Emily?" he asked, slily,

  "Don't learn to mock, sir," retorted the lady, with mock asperity, "Youhave been influenced by dreams yourself before now."

  Jack looked serious.

  "That's true."

  "And we owe this wretched man nothing--"

  "But hate."

  "We do that," said Jefferson; "but he is a miserable wretch, and we canafford to let him off cheaply, without paying old scores."

  "What do you wish to do, then?" demanded Harkaway. "I am willing toabide by the decision you may come to."

  "Well," said Mr. Mole, "I propose that he shall be put ashore."

  "When?"

  There was the rub.

  They were many weary miles away from the sight of land.

  "Put him ashore the first time that we come within reach of land,"suggested Harvey.

  "We will," said Harkaway, "if that is the general wish."

  "It is."

  It was put to the vote and found that everybody, without a singleexception, was desirous of seeing the back of Hunston.

  Who can wonder?

  None.

  "Well, well," said old Jack, "that is agreed upon. And now, Emily, mydear, I hope that your mind is at rest."

  "Almost."

  "What! doesn't that satisfy you yet?"

  "For the present; but I shall be all the more satisfied when he isreally out of the place altogether, for he is a regular nightmare tome."

  "You are fanciful, my dear," said old Jack.

  "Perhaps; but there have been times when you have not made so light ofmy presentiments," said Emily.

  As these words were spoken, the saloon door was opened and who shouldenter but Joe Basalt.

  Now old Joe wore a face as long as a fiddle, and addressing Harkaway herequested a few words in private.

  "Presently, Joe," said Harkaway.

  The old tar twisted his hat round and waited.

  "What, won't presently do for you?"

  "I'd sooner out with it at once," said Joe.

  "Well, out with it," said Harkaway.

  "Before everyone, your honour?" Joe demanded.

  "Yes."

  He looked shyly about him, and cast a furtive glance at the ladiesbefore he ventured to speak out.

  "I want to break it to your honour as gently as possible, and I want toknow what your honour thinks of me?"

  Old Jack stared.

  "Why, really, Joe--"

  "I think Joe wants to know if you think he's handsome," suggested DickHarvey.

  "Do you admire the cut of his figurehead?" chimed in young Jack.

  But Joe Basalt was evidently too much upset and preoccupied bysomething on his mind to heed this chaff.

  "No, your honour," he said, fiercely, "what I want to know is--do youconsider me a d--d mutineering swab?"

  "Joe, Joe," exclaimed Harkaway, laughing in spite of himself, "moderateyour language; remember that there are ladies present."

  Joe reddened to the roots of his hair.

  "I ax their pardon, every mother's son of them," he said, tugging athis forelock; "but my feelin's carries me away."

  "Tell us what it is, then," said Jefferson, "and perhaps we can offeradvice."

  "Well, then, sir, I've been insulted."

  "I see, I see," said Jefferson; "you have been having a row with one ofyour messmates."

  "And you have punched his head?" suggested young Jack.

  "Serve him right, too, Joe," said Harry Girdwood.

  "No, no, young gentlemen," said Joe, "I ain't done that, or else Ishould be quite happy--that's just it--because I wanted his honour'spermission."

  "What?"

  "To give him a good licking," urged Joe Basalt; "you see, I couldn'twell do it without, as it's the stowaway."

  The interest of the whole of the company redoubled at this.

  "He's been at his tricks again," said Joe.

  "I thought so."

  "And d--d dirty tricks they are, too. The swab can't do nothing fairand square and above board. He allers cruises about in a nasty, sly,piratical way."

  "What is it? Tell us at once."

  "Yes, sir, I will. Why, you see, the fact is, he has been a-sounding meabout trying if the crew is satisfied with your honour."

  A low murmur went from mouth to mouth around the table.

  "He's never trying to undermine you, old fidelity!" ejaculatedHarkaway.

  Joe nodded.

  "That's it, your honour."

  "Villain!"

  "And what's more, he's been trying it on with Jack Tiller."

  "He has?"

  Harkaway's brow darkened, and the expression of his face grew ominous.

  "How did Jack Tiller meet his advances?" asked Harvey.

  "Why, Jack ain't got no command over himself, and so he--"

  Joe paused.

  "So what?"

  "Why, Jack gave him one for himself; but he ain't damaged him much,"Joe hastened to add apologetically, "for Jack Tiller knows his dootybetter than that, your honour. No, he's only put one of his toplightsinto mourning."

  This sent the two boys into ecstasies.

  "And so you see, your honour, when he opened fire on to me, I couldhardly believe it possible, until he put it plainer, and then I was sostaggered that I did not know what to do, so I thought I would come andlet you know."

  Harkaway, looking up, caught his wife's glance fixed upon him.

  "You see, it doesn't do to scoff at secret apprehensions," she said,quietly.

  "No, no. This shall be seen to at once," he answered, rising from hisseat. "Come with me, Dick, and you, Jefferson."

  They left the cabin, followed by old Joe Basalt.

  Now, when they got on deck, Jack Harkaway led the way to a part wherethey were alone, and not likely to be disturbed.

  "Now, Joe," said he, "I have been thinking this matter over. I know youhave only spoken the truth, without a word of exaggeration. But we mustcatch the villain in his own snare."

  "How, your honour?"

  "I'll tell you. You must go back to this traitor, and you must play thepart of a willing listener."

  "A what?"

  "A willing listener. You must let him think you are ready to join inhis villainy, do you see?"

  "I do, your honour, but damme if I like it."

  "You will have to like it in this instance, Joe, for the good of usall. This man is the worst villain alive. I have forgiven him morewrongs than you would think it possible to forgive; but now the safetyof all is concerned, and it must be done."

  Joe scratched his head, and looked troubled.

  "If that's orders, your honour, I've nothing but to obey."

  "Right, Joe."

  * * * * *

  Having primed Joe Basalt up in his lesson, they marched off toHunston's cabin, and Joe entered, while Harkaway, Dick Harvey, andJefferson took up a position near where they could overhear what wasgoing on within.

  "Well, shipmate," said Basalt, "how goes it?"

  Hunston was lying on his side, holding a damp towel to his damaged eye.

  He only turned round, and grunted some few ungracious words.

  "I've brought you some news," said Joe, repeating his lesson; "there isa regular shine on deck."

  Hunston turned quickly round at this.

  "What's wrong?" he asked, anxiously. "You haven't been saying anything, because I'm sure you were mistaken, as--"

  "As Jack Tiller was."

  "Yes."

  And Hunston fondled the blackened eye, mentally cursing Tiller
and hishard, horny fist.

  "Not I," said Joe Basalt, "not I. There's a row aloft, I told you.Three men have been put into irons, and I have got into trouble aswell."

  "What for?"

  "Nothing," answered Joe Basalt, with a surly imitation of anger."That's just it, for nothing, and aren't they up in the stirrupsneither?"

  "They are!" exclaimed Hunston.

  "Rather."

  "And what do they say?"

  "Say!" exclaimed Basalt. "Why, they'd as lief draw a cutlass over hisweasand, as they'd smash a ship's biscuit."

  Hunston's pale face grew crimson at these words.

  "That's good," he said; "they're men of spirit."

  "That they are."

  "And the rest of the crew; what do they say of it?"

  "Why, they are all up about it; all to a man. So if you have a goodthing to offer, I'll undertake to say as they'll volunteer to a man."

  "Good."

  "And leave them Harkaway folks in the lurch here, as they deserve, themean beasts."

  "Mean, indeed," echoed Hunston, secretly chuckling. "Why, they're worsethan mean."

  "So you'd say if you only knew what a palaver they've made about havingyou here, pretending as it's all charity and the like, when, of course,we know--"

  "That it's all your goodness, and that of your hot-headed comrade."

  "Don't speak of Jack Tiller, my friend," said Joe, who was working intohis part capitally by this time; "he sees now what a fool he has madeof himself."

  "Did he say so?"

  "Yes."

  "Why did he go on so?"

  "He quite misunderstood your meaning."

  "The deuce he did. Why, however could that be? I was pretty explicit."

  "He thought that it was to sell him. In fact, he made sure as you hadoverheard us grumbling together about the skipper, and that you wasa-trying it on only to tell Mr. Harkaway all about it."

  "Did he say so?"

  "Yes."

  "Then undeceive him immediately."

  "I have done so."

  "As for this," added Hunston, pointing to his discoloured eye andcheek, "I think nothing of it. All I'll ask of him is that he shall doas much for Harkaway."

  "That he will," said Joe, with sham heartiness. "And now how soon shallthe ship be ours?"

  Hunston glanced anxiously towards the door.

  "There's no fear," said Joe, answering his look; "they are all too busyfor'ard, talking about them poor devils in irons."

  "Brutes!"

  "Aye, that they are. But when shall we get them free from theirfloating prison, cos that's what it seems a-coming to?"

  "I'll tell you," answered Hunston, sinking his voice, "we'll serve theHarkaway party as he served your messmates."

  "How?"

  "Put them in irons."

  Joe Basalt gave a start at this.

  "And if they would not go?"

  "Chuck them overboard, all, everyone of them, except the women."

  "I should hardly like doing that," said Joe.

  "Then that shall be _my task_," exclaimed Hunston, warming up ashe unfolded his diabolical scheme. "I should like to do that part of itmyself. I swore to finish them all off," he added, more to himself thanto Joe, "and I shall keep my oath after all, I begin to think. I'llthrow them all overboard--Harkaway, Jefferson, Harvey, all."

  He looked up suddenly at the door.

  Three big forms stood upon the threshold of the cabin.

  The three whose names Hunston had just uttered.

  Harkaway, Jefferson, and Dick Harvey.

  "I thought I heard you call us," said the latter.

  Hunston's colour fled from his cheek.

  He looked from one to the other.

  Then he glanced at Joe Basalt.

  Harkaway was the first to break the silence.

  "Hunston."

  The sound echoed dismally, as though uttered in some bare-walledcavern.

  "Yes," he faltered, struggling to appear at his ease.

  "Come."

  "Where to?"

  Harkaway pointed silently to the door.

  "What do you want with me?"

  "Can't you guess?"

  The words were simple ones, yet they sounded like a death-knell to him.

  "We have heard all; every word. This crowning act of villany andingratitude, baser than ever entered the mind of man, has doomed you.Follow me."

  Appalled, half stunned with fear, the miserable wretch tottered afterHarkaway.

  Close upon his heels came Jefferson and Dick, while Joe Basalt broughtup the rear.