“The captain,” it appeared, “came with some kind of an express wagon, and he and the man took off three chests and a big satchel. Our porter helped to put them on, but they drove the cart themselves. The porter thinks they went down town. It was about one.”
“Still in time for the City of Pekin,” observed Jim.
“How many of them were here?” I inquired.
“Three, sir, and the Kanaka,” replied the clerk. “I can’t somehow find out about the third, but he’s gone too.”
“Mr. Goddedaal, the mate, wasn’t here then?” I asked.
“No, Mr. Dodd, none but what you see,” says the clerk.
“Nor you never heard where he was?”
“No. Any particular reason for finding these men, Mr. Dodd?” inquired the clerk.
“This gentleman and I have bought the wreck,” I explained; “we wish to get some information, and it is very annoying to find the men all gone.”
A certain group had gradually formed about us, for the wreck was still a matter of interest; and at this, one of the bystanders, a rough seafaring man, spoke suddenly.