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enigmatically, and moved slowly away. I said that was going to the Horton Estates, Rooksby's, to lea planting under a Mr. Macdonald, the agent. Car shrugged his shoulders. I suppose I had spoken w some animation.
“Ah,” he said, with his air of great wisdom and vari experience, of disillusionment, “it will be much ť same as it has been at your home after the first da Hard work and a great sameness.” He began to cou violently.
I said bitterly enough, “Yes. It will be always t same with me. I shall never see life. You've seen that there is to see, so I suppose you do not mind settli down with an old uncle in a palace.”
He answered suddenly, with a certain darkness manner, “That is as God wills. Who knows? Perha life, even in my uncle's palace, will not be so safe.”
The second mate was bearing down on us again.
I said jocularly, “Why, when I get very tired of ] at Horton Pen, I shall come to see you in your uncl
Carlos had another of his fits of coughing.
“After all, we are kinsmen. I dare say you wou give me a bed,” I went on.
The second mate was quite close to us then.
Carlos looked at me with an expression of affecti that a little shamed my lightness of tone:
“I love you much more than a kinsman, Juan," said. “I wish you could come with me. I try arrange it. Later, perhaps, I may be dead. I am ve
He was undoubtedly ill. Campaigning in Spain, € posure in England in a rainy time, and then the ducki when we came on board, had done him no good. ] looked moodily at the sea.
“I wish you could come. I will try "
The mate had paused, and was listening quite unaffectedly, behind Carlos' back.
A moment after Carlos half turned and regarded him with a haughty stare.
He whistled and walked away.
Carlos muttered something that I did not catch about “spies of that pestilent Irishman." Then:
"I will not selfishly take you into any more dangers," he said. “But life on a sugar plantation is not fit for
I felt glad and flattered that a personage so romantic should deem me a fit companion for himself. He went forward as if with some purpose.
Some days afterwards the second mate sent for me to his cabin. He had been on the sick list, and he was lying in his bunk, stripped to the waist, one arm and one leg touching the floor. He raised himself slowly when I came in, and spat. He had in a pronounced degree the Nova Scotian peculiarities and accent, and after he had shaved, his face shone like polished leather.
“Hallo!” he said. “See heeyur, young Kemp, does your neck just itch to be stretched?”
I looked at him with mouth and eyes agape.
He spat again, and waved a claw towards the forward bulkhead.
"They'll do it for yeh,” he said. “You're such a green goose, it makes me sick a bit. You hevn't reckoned out the chances, not quite. It's a kind of dead reckoning yeh hevn't had call to make. Eh?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, bewildered.
He looked at me, grinning, half naked, with amused contempt, for quite a long time, and at last offered sardonically to open my eyes for me.
I said nothing.
“Do you know what will happen to you,” he ask
“I can tell yeh,” he continued. “Yeh will hanged.”
By that time I was too amazed to get angry. simply suspected the Blue Nose of being drunk. I he glared at me so soberly that next moment I 1 frightened.
“Hanged by the neck,” he repeated; and then add “Young fellow, you scoot. Take a fool's advice, a scoot. That Castro is a blame fool, anyhow. Yeh wa men for that job. Men, I tell you.” He slapped bony breast.
I had no idea that he could look so ferocious. ] eyes fascinated me, and he opened his cavernous mou as if to swallow me. His lantern jaws snapped with a sound. He seemed to change his mind.
"I am done with yeh,” he said, with a sort of sinis restraint. He rose to his feet, and, turning his back me, began to shave, squinting into a broken lookir glass.
I had not the slightest inkling of his meaning. I or knew that going out of his berth was like escaping fra the dark lair of a beast into a sunlit world. There is denying that his words, and still more his manner, h awakened in me a sense of insecurity that had precise object, for it was manifestly absurd and i possible to suspect my friend Carlos. Moreovi hanging was a danger so recondite, and an eventuali so extravagant, as to make the whole thing ridiculoi And yet I remembered how unhappy I felt, how i
explicably unhappy. Presently the reason was ma Vclear. I was homesick. I gave no further thought
the second mate. I looked at the harbour we we