The next morning, however, when they came on deck they saw three or four Greek sailors lounging about the foc’s’le, and Mohammed’s warning recurred to there with startling significance.
“Who are those men?” asked Charley of Mr Tompkins, who was in command of the vessel for the time being, Captain Harding, the skipper, having gone ashore, and the chief mate being invalided with those of the crew who were in the lazaretto.
“Some new hands the captain shipped last night,” answered he; “and if you’ve any more business ashore, Master Onslow, you’d better look sharp about it, as we’re going to sail as soon as we’ve obtained pratique, which will be about four bells, I reckon.”
“But, does Cap’en Harding know about them?” asked Tom, sinking his objection to having any conversation with the second officer in the urgency of the occasion.
“You mind your own business, you young dog,” said Tompkins, glad to have the opportunity of snubbing Tom. “I suppose you would like to command this ship, but you sha’n’t while I’m on board.”
“You cad!” muttered Tom under his breath, as he walked away forward to look at the men more closely. “I wish I had you on land for a quiet half hour, and I’d soon take the starch out of you!”
“None of your jaw,” shouted the second mate as a parting shot. “I hear you, and if you speak another word I’ll have you put in irons for mutiny,” swearing also a fearful oath. So Tom had to put up with the other’s language and nurse his wrath until the skipper came on board.
When Charley joined him presently, they took note of the new additions to the crew, who were altogether eight in number; but to their surprise they did not see the Greek among them whom Mohammed had indicated as being the far-famed corsair; and on their comparing their views they both agreed that the worthy Turk must have been “slinging the hatchet” at their expense, or else mistaken about the supposed pirate.
On Captain Harding coming off, however, they thought it their duty to tell him what they heard; but the skipper, who was a bold bluff English sailor, laughed the Turk’s warning to scorn, and joked the young fellows for taking any notice of it.
“What! Mohammed told you, the keeper of the khan by the Capuchin monastery. My dear boys, he was only humbugging you. I saw the old rascal this very morning hauled up before the cadi, for being drunk and kicking up a row. He must be able to spin a fine yarn when he has a mind to. There are no pirates nowadays in the Mediterranean; and if we do come across any, I believe the Muscadine will be able to give a good account of them. Pirates! bless my soul, what a tremendous liar that old Turk must be! Those Greeks I’ve shipped are honest sailors enough; for I’ve examined their papers, and had them before our consul. Besides, I’ve told them what sort of discipline I keep on board my ship; and they are not likely to try and come the old soldier over me—not if John Harding knows it!”