“If it were not for old Jim and Reuben Cole, I could be but of little use, so say nothing about that, Mr O’Grady,” answered Paul. “I am going to try and find out on the charts, when the master is working his day’s work, exactly where we are, and if there’s land near, we may, perhaps, get away to-morrow.”
Paul felt far from comfortable all the next day. He could not help fancying that the mutineers suspected him, and that he should suddenly find himself seized and thrown overboard. What he dreaded most was the ultimate failure of the undertaking. His two friends had in the meantime sounded those they hoped might join them, but whether all were favourable to the plan he could not ascertain. His eye was constantly on the master, who at length, seeing him near, sent him for his quadrant and tables. This was just what Paul wanted. He stood by while the observations were being taken, and then, carrying the instrument, followed the master to the cabin. Paul brought out the chart, and placed it before him, watching anxiously the movements of his companion as he measured off the distance run since the previous day.
More than once the master glanced round the cabin, and sighed deeply. “In five or six days my disgraceful task will be done,” he muttered, as he moved the compasses towards the coast of the Spanish main. “Then what remains for me in life? If I escape an ignominious death, I must ever be suspected of having consented to the murder of my brother officers. I would rather that the ship had gone down, and the whole history of the butchery been hid from mortal knowledge. Yet God knows it, and it may teach officers for the future the dreadful consequences of tyranny and cruelty.”
He continued on in the same strain, not aware, it seemed, that Paul was listening. Paul retired to a distance. “Shall I ask the master to join us?” he thought to himself. “No, it will not do. It would greatly increase the risk of our being caught.” He waited till the master was silent. He went back to the table. “Shall I put up the charts?” he asked. “But before I do so, will you, sir, kindly show me where we are?”
Since the outbreak the poor master had not been treated with so much respect. He showed Paul the exact position of the ship, the neighbouring lands, and remarked on the prevailing currents and winds. Paul rolled up the chart, and put it in its place. He fancied that the master must have suspected his thoughts. Paul soon after met his friends, and told them of all he had learned.
It was agreed that they would wait till it was the master’s watch, for so few of the mutineers could take command of a watch, that he was compelled constantly to be on deck. It was suspected that he had at times given way to intemperance, and Paul had observed more than once that when he came on deck he appeared to have been drinking, and that he frequently dropped asleep when sitting on a gun or leaning against the side of the ship. Many of the seamen who had free access to the spirit-room were also constantly tipsy at night, though the chief mutineers, from necessity, kept sober. The once well-ordered man-of-war soon became like a lawless buccaneer. The men rolled about the decks half tipsy, some were playing cards and dice between the guns, some were fighting, and others were sleeping in any shady place they could find.
Paul passed old Croxton on deck. “We shall have little difficulty in accomplishing our object if this goes on,” he whispered.
“Yes, Paul, what is lost by fools is gained by wise men,” he answered. “Ay, and there is one who will gain more than all by the work done on board this ship. He will soon leave his poor dupes to wish that they had never been born.”
Paul and his friends waited anxiously for night: they had resolved no longer to delay their attempt.
“I’ll take care that they don’t follow us,” said Reuben.