Chapter Thirty Nine.
Scarcely had the soldiers performed their task, and thrown down their shovels, when they commenced an altercation. It appeared that this money was to be again the cause of slaughter and bloodshed. Philip and Krantz determined to sail immediately in one of the peroquas, and leave them to settle their disputes as they pleased. He asked permission of the soldiers to take from the provisions and water, of which there was ample supply, a larger proportion than was their share; stating, that he and Krantz had a long voyage and would require it, and pointing out to them that there were plenty of cocoa-nuts for their support. The soldiers, who thought of nothing but their newly-acquired wealth allowed him to do as he pleased; and, having hastily collected as many cocoa-nuts as they could, to add to their stock of provisions, before noon, Philip and Krantz had embarked and made sail in the peroqua, leaving the soldiers with their knives again drawn, and so busy in their angry altercation as to be heedless of their departure.
“There will be the same scene over again, I expect,” observed Krantz, as the vessel parted swiftly from the shore.
“I have little doubt of it; observe, even now they are at blows and stabs.”
“If I were to name that spot, it should be the ‘Accursed Isle.’”
“Would not any other be the same, with so much to inflame the passions of men?”
“Assuredly: what a curse is gold!”
“And what a blessing!” replied Krantz. “I am sorry Pedro is left with them.”
“It is their destiny,” replied Philip; “so let’s think no more of them. Now what do you propose? With this vessel, small as she is, we may sail over these seas in safety, and we have, I imagine, provisions sufficient for more than a month.”
“My idea is, to run into the track of the vessels going to the westward, and obtain a passage to Goa.”