Part 16 (1/2)

”That I didn't. I found the door open when I left the berth where I lay down when I first came aboard. Pretty sort of a thick-headed chap it was who stowed that cask. Made me mad as a bull in fly-time. There were the holes to guide him to keep this side upwards, but he put the poor fellow upside down. Nice job I had to turn him right in the dark, and all wedged in among casks. I hope he ain't dead, because it would be awkward for you, skipper.”

”Look here, sir,” cried Sir Humphrey angrily, while Brace stood fuming; ”do you mean to tell me in plain English that you did such a barbarous, criminal act as to shut up a man or boy in a cask to bring him aboard this brig?”

”Barbarous! criminal! Nonsense, sir. He liked the fun of it, and I made him as comfortable as I could. Plenty of air-holes, cus.h.i.+on and a pillow to sit on and rest his head. Plenty to eat too, and a bottle of water to drink. I told him he'd better go to sleep as much as he could, and he said he would. He must have been asleep when I came up a bit ago, for I couldn't make him hear.”

”Captain Banes,” cried Brace excitedly, ”give orders for the hatches to be taken off at once.”

”Just what I'm going to do, squire,” said the captain. ”Here, Dellow, see to it. But I call you all to witness that I wash my hands of this business. If the man's dead I'm going to sail back to port and hand this man over to the authorities.”

”We'll settle that afterwards, Captain Banes,” said Sir Humphrey stiffly.

”Right, sir; I'll lose no time,” said the captain, and all present stood looking on while, under the first mate's orders, the hatches were opened, more lanthorns lit, and a couple of men sent below with a rope running through a block.

”Make it fast, my lads, and be sharp,” cried the mate, as he leaned over the opening in the deck, swinging a lanthorn so that the sailors could see to hitch the rope about the cask. ”Ready?”

”One moment, sir,” came from below. Then:

”Haul away.”

”Keep him right side upwards, you sir,” said the American coolly.

”Right side upwards, sir!” growled the captain fiercely. ”You deserve to be headed up in the cask yourself and thrown overboard.”

As he spoke, the big cask appeared above the combings of the hatchway, was swung clear of the opening, and lowered again, to come down with a b.u.mp upon the deck.

”Here, quick,” cried the captain. ”Bring an axe and knock off those top hoops.”

”Nay, nay!” cried the American coolly.

”Don't interfere, sir,” said Sir Humphrey; ”it is to get the head out.”

”I know,” said the American; ”but one of those borings is a round keyhole. He'll open the head from inside if he's awake: and if he don't I can.”

”If he's awake!” said Brace bitterly.

”P'raps he isn't, for he's a oner to sleep. Stand aside, skipper.”

The captain turned upon the man fiercely, but it had not the slightest effect upon him, for he kept his cigar in his mouth and smoked away, as he drew out a key like that used for the boot of a coach, thrust it into one of the holes in the head, gave it a turn, and the head of the cask opened outward in two pieces which turned upon hinges; while as the first mate thrust forward the lanthorn he held, it was nearly knocked out of his hand by the skull-cap-covered head which shot up, sending a thrill of relief through the circle of lookers-on.

”Well, Dan, how goes it?” said the American.

The fresh arrival, who seemed to be a thin diminutive-looking fellow of any age, whose perfectly smooth face looked peculiarly yellow, planted his hands one on either side of the cask, sank down, and then sprang up again, cleverly pa.s.sed his legs over the side and landed himself--as if shot out by a spring--upon the deck, where he stood shrinking from the light, yawned long and widely, and then said slowly:

”Oh, all right, boss. Bit hot and sleepy. What's o'clock?”

”Time you and your precious master were over the side,” cried the captain angrily.

The man or boy, whichever he was, turned in the direction of the voice, blinking quickly in the faint rays of the lanthorn light as if even they dazzled him, and went on:

”Who's him, boss?”