The Ebb-Tide Chapter 6 - The Partners

Robert Louis Stevenson (0:16)

CHAPTER VI. THE PARTNERS Each took a side of the fixed table. It was the first time they had sat down at it together, but now all sense of incongruity, all memory of differences, was quite swept away by the presence of the common ruin. Gentlemen, said the captain, after a pause, and with very much the air of a chairman opening a board meeting, We're sold! Whish broke out in laughter. Well, if this ain't the highest old rig, he cried. And divas here! Who thought he had got up so blooming early in the mornin? We've stolen a cargo of spring water! Oh, my crikey! And he squirmed with mirth.

The captain managed to screw out a phantom smile. Here's old man Destiny again, said he to Herrick. But this time, I guess he's kicked the door right in. Herrick only shook his head. Oh, Lord, it's rich! laughed Whish. It would really be a scrumptious lark if it had happened to somebody else. And what are we to do next? Oh, my eye, with this blooming schooner, too! That's the trouble, said Davis. There's only one thing certain. It's no use carting this old glass and ballast to Peru. No, sir, we're in a hole. Oh, my, and the merchant, cried Whish. The man that made the shipment. He'll get the news by the mail brigantine, and he'll think, of course, we're making stride for Sydney. Yes, he'll be a sick merchant, said the captain. One thing, this explains the Kanaka crew. If you're going to lose a ship, I would ask no better myself than a Kanaka crew. But there's one thing it don't explain. It don't explain why she came down to Heady Ways. Why to lose her, you baby, said Hush. A lot you know, said the captain. Nobody wants to lose a schooner. They want to lose her on her course, you skericks. You seem to think underwriters haven't got enough sense to come in out of the rain. Well, said Herrick, I can tell you, I am afraid, why she came so far to the eastward. I had it of Uncle Ned. It seems these two unhappy devils, Wiseman and Wishart, were drunk on the champagne from the beginning, and died drunk at the end. The captain looked on the table. They lay in their two bunks, or sat here in this damned house, he pursued, with rising agitation, filling their skins with your cursed stuff, till sickness took them. As they sickened and the fever rose, they drank the more. They lay here howling and groaning, drunk and dying, all in one. They didn't know where they were, they didn't care. They didn't even take the sun, it seems. Not take the sun, cried the captain, looking up. Sacred Billy! What a crowd! Well, it don't matter to Joe, said Whish. What are Wiseman and the other buffer to us? A good deal, too, says the captain. We're their heirs, I guess. It is a great inheritance, said Herrick. Well, I don't know about that, returned Davis. Appears to me as if it might be worse. It ain't worth what the cargo would have been, of course. At least not money down. But I'll tell you what it appears to figure up to. Appears to me as if it amounted to about the bottom dollar of the man in Frisco. Hold on, said Wish. Give a fellow time. How's this, umpire? Well, my sons, pursued the captain, who seemed to have recovered his assurance, saying, Wiseman and Wishart were to be paid for casting away this old schooner and its cargo. We're going to cast away the schooner right enough, and I'll make it my private business to see that we get paid. What were W and W to get? That's more than I can tell. But W and W went into this business themselves. They were on the crook. Now we're on the square, we only stumbled into it, and that merchant has just got to squeal, and I'm the man to see that he squeals good. No, sir, there's some stuffing to this far-alone racket after all. Go it, Cap! cried Whish. Yoikes! Forward! Old-odd! There's your style for the money. Blow me if I don't prefer this to the nother. I do not understand, said Herrick. I have to ask you to excuse me. I do not understand. Well, now, see here, Herrick, said Davis. I'm going to have a word with you anyway upon a different matter, and it's good that Whish should hear it, too. We're done with this boozing business, and we ask your pardon for it right here and now. We have to thank you for all you did for us while we were making hogs of ourselves. You'll find me turned to all right in future. And as for the wine, which I grant we stole from you, I'll take stock and see you paid for it. That's good enough, I believe. But what I want to point out to you is this. The old game was a risky game, the new game's as safe as running a Vienna bakery. We just put this far alone before the wind and run to were well delured of our port of departure and reasonably well up with some other place, where they have an American consul, down goes the far alone, and good-bye to her. A day or so in the boat, the consul packs us home, at Uncle Sam's expense, to Frisco, and if that merchant don't put the dollars down, you come to me. But I thought, began Herrick, and then broke out, Oh, let's get on to Peru.