“Wilson,” said I, “how much accident was there about that shot?”
“I don’t know, sir. Garvin was behind me when it happened. I don’t mind saying that I’ll settle personally with him for it when I’m on my feet again.”
“Garvin is merely the captain’s tool.”
“He’ll be a dull tool, sir, when I’ve paid him for his clumsiness.”
I told him all that I had heard, and what had happened to me that morning. When I came to my affair with Barry and my escape to warn the miners his eyes widened.
“The captain planned well, didn’t he, sir?” he said quietly. “The only thing—” he smiled a little—“the only thing he hadn’t charted right was you, Mr. Pitt. He was far on his reckonings of you, sir, and so was I. He never expected that from you. You threw him off his course nicely, sir. You may have spoiled the whole cruise for him, though that’s hardly probable. He always has a trick left.”
“And what do you think his plans are beyond this, Wilson?” I asked. “He certainly can’t intend to return with us to civilization after what he’s done today.”
“I’ve been thinking of that, sir,” he replied. “And I always get back to remembering that the Wanderer is outfitted for two years. I’ve a notion that the captain’s original plan was to rob these miners and then slip off to the edges of nowhere with the yacht.”
“And what of us?”
He shrugged his shoulders.