Yes, yes, and then——?
Krap.
I was a good deal puzzled. It happened that the workmen were at breakfast, so I could ferret about as I pleased, both outside and inside. It was difficult to get down into the hold, among the cargo; but I saw enough to convince me. There is rascality at work, Consul.
Bernick.
I can’t believe it, Mr. Krap. I cannot and will not believe such a thing of Aune.
Krap.
I’m sorry for it, but it’s the simple truth. There is rascality at work, I say. Not a stick of new timber had been put in, so far as I could see. It was only plugged and puttied up, and covered with plates and tarpaulins, and so forth. All bogus! The Indian Girl will never get to New York. She’ll go to the bottom like a cracked pot.
Bernick.
Why, this is horrible! What do you think can be his motive?
Krap.