“Yes. You didn’t want to come, I suppose, after going through so much?”
“Not want to come, sir? I just did! But what sort of a game is this going to be?”
“I don’t know, Tom,” replied Murray gruffly, “only that we’ve got to watch this Mr Allen.”
“Don’t mean no games, do he, sir?”
“I think not; but I look to you to keep your eyes open.”
“Which I just will, sir. But I say, look at that.”
“Look at what, Tom?”
“That there little creek opening out, sir. Seems to me as if they’ve got little rivers all round the bay ready for going up or coming out on. It’s just as if they shut ’em up and no one could see ’em afterwards.”
Some little time later the planter’s boat, which was only a short distance ahead, turned off at right angles in obedience to a pull at the starboard line, and seemed to disappear through a beautiful screen of tropic growth, and as the cutter was steered in after her it was to pass along a soft green tunnel, flecked with golden sunlight, into a smooth lake, at one side of which, standing back a short distance from the silver sandy shore, with its open windows, green shading jalousies, sheltering trees, and scarlet creepers, was as perfect a little Eden of a home as mortal eye ever looked upon. There was nothing to suggest slavery, sorrow, or suffering in any shape, but everywhere Nature decked the place with her richest beauties, and as the middy sprang up involuntarily, a low murmur of admiration ran through the crew. Then, as if ashamed of the habit in which he was indulging, Tom May doffed his straw hat, placed it upon his knees, thrust his crooked index finger into his capacious mouth, and hooked out from his left cheek a disgusting-looking quid of well-chewed tobacco, which dropped into the crown of the hat and was quickly tossed out, to fall plop into the deep still water of the lake. The next moment a golden-scaled fish made a rush for what suggested itself to its ignorance as a delicacy, which it took, delivered a couple of strokes with its tail which sent it to the surface, flying out and falling back again with a heavy splash, and then disappeared beneath the glittering rings which began to open out and widen more and more towards the borders of the little mirrorlike lake.
“And sarve you jolly well right too,” growled the big sailor, as if talking to himself. “What call had you to meddle with luxuries as is on’y sootable for eddicated people?”