The captain was still staring at the last page.
“But—but, look here,” he cried, “you've—you've signed Mr. Keating's name to it! 'James R. Keating.' You've signed his name to it!”
Channing raised his head from his folded arms and stared at him dully.
“You don't want to get Keating in trouble, do you?” he asked with patience. “You don't want the C. P. to know why he couldn't write the best story of the war? Do you want him to lose his job? Of course you don't. Well, then, let it go as his story. I won't tell, and see you don't tell, and Keating won't remember.”
His head sank back again upon his crossed arms. “It's not a bad story,” he murmured.
But the captain shook his head; his loyalty to his employer was still uppermost. “It doesn't seem right!” he protested. “It's a sort of a liberty, isn't it, signing another man's name to it, it's a sort of forgery.”
Channing made no answer. His eyes were shut and he was shivering violently, hugging himself in his arms.
A quarter of an hour later, when the captain returned with fresh quinine, Channing sat upright and saluted him.
“Your information, sir,” he said, addressing the open door politely, “is of the greatest value. Tell the executive officer to proceed under full steam to Panama. He will first fire a shot across her bows, and then sink her!” He sprang upright and stood for a moment, sustained by the false strength of the fever. “To Panama, you hear me!” he shouted. He beat the floor with his foot. “Faster, faster, faster,” he cried. “We've got a great story! We want a clear wire, we want the wire clear from Panama to City Hall. It's the greatest story ever written—full of facts, facts, facts, facts for the Consolidated Press—and Keating wrote it. I tell you, Keating wrote it. I saw him write it. I was a stoker on the same ship.”
The mate and crew came running forward and stood gaping stupidly through the doors and windows of the chart-room. Channing welcomed them joyously, and then crumpled up in a heap and pitched forward into the arms of the captain. His head swung weakly from shoulder to shoulder.