They were in the main cabin. Joel looked at Varde steadily for an instant; then he said: “I’m going on deck. You’ll come....”
Priss, in the door of the after cabin, a frightened and trembling little figure, called to him: “Joel. Joel. Don’t....”
He said, without turning: “Stay in your cabin, Priscilla.” And then he passed between Varde and Finch, at the foot of the companion, and turned his back upon them and went steadily up the steep, ladder-like stair. Varde made a convulsive movement to seize his arm; but Mark touched the man, held him with his eyes, whispered something....
They had left old Hooper on deck. He and Aaron Burnham were standing in the after house when Joel saw them. Joel said to the third mate: “Mr. Hooper, tell the men to lay aft.”
Mark had come up at Joel’s heels; and Hooper looked past Joel to Mark for confirmation. And Mark smiled mirthlessly, and approved. “Yes, Mr. Hooper, call the men,” he said. “We’re to hold a town meeting.”
Old Hooper’s slow brain could not follow such maneuvering; nevertheless, he bellowed a command. And the harpooners from the steerage, and the men from forecastle and fore deck came stumbling and crowding aft. The men stopped amidships; and Joel went toward them a little ways, until he was under the boat house. The mates stood about him, the harpooners a little to one side; and Mark leaned on the rail at the other side of the deck, watching, smiling.... The revolvers were in his belt; the rifles leaned against the after rail. He polished the butt of one of the revolvers while he watched and smiled....
Joel said, without preamble: “Men, the mates tell me that you’ve heard of my brother’s pearls.”
The men looked at one another, and at the mates. They were a jumbled lot, riff-raff of all the seas, Cape Verders, Islanders, a Cockney or two, a Frenchman, two or three Norsemen, and a backbone of New England stock. They looked at one another, and at the mates, with stupid, questioning eyes; and one or two of them nodded in a puzzled way, and the Cape Verders grinned with embarrassment. A New Englander drawled:
“Aye, sir. We’ve heard th’ tale.”
Joel nodded. “When my brother came aboard at Tubuai,” he said quietly, “he proposed that we go to this island.... I do not know its position—”