“It’s about the original chart that I came to tell you to-day,” responded the steward. “Jim is at this moment alone in the little shack on Crescent Bay.”
“Well,” said the captain, “why don’t you get it?”
“It cannot be gotten unless you kill the fellow.”
“Well,” drawled the captain, “and why not? You have done—.”
“Don’t! Don’t! I had been drinking then,” was the plaintive protest.
“So you want to turn the pleasant task over to me, eh? Well, I guess between the two of us we can manage one young cub, eh mate Marion?”
There was no reply, but doubtless the mate acquiesced by a motion of the head.
“I warn you, Captain Beauchamp, that although he is young, Jim Darlington is a difficult one to handle,” cautioned the steward.
“Jim Darlington!” gasped the captain. It was his turn to be surprised. “I thought he was dead.”