But it was not Captain Candage who hailed him when the tug eased herself
against the ladder, her screw churning the sea in reverse. A stranger
came out of the pilothouse of the Resolute, carrying a big leather
suit-case. He was plainly the passenger who had chartered her. A
deck-hand tossed a cast-line to the steamer's deck, and Mayo promptly
threw it back.
"You can't come aboard."
"Who says so?"
"I say so. I have a bill of sale of her in my pocket."
"I don't recognize it. The law will have something to say about that
later."
"I don't care what the law may say later. I'm talking right now. We own
this steamer. What are you here for?"
"I left quite a lot of little personal belongings on her. I went away in
a hurry. I want to come aboard with this valise and get 'em."
"They must be pretty valuable belongings, seeing that you've chartered a
tug to come out here."
"A fellow's own property means more to him than it does to anybody else.
Now that I've gone to all this expense, you ain't mean enough are you,
to keep me off? This is between sailors."
"Who are you?"
The man hesitated. "Well, if I've got to be introduced I'll say my name
is Simpson--I have been second officer aboard there."
"You're not here with any legal papers--you're not trying any trick to
get possession, are you?"
"Take all in hearing to witness that I ain't! I'll pick up my stuff and
leave in ten minutes."
"Come aboard, then."
The man set down his suit-case and hitched a heave-line to the handle.
He coiled the line and handed it to a deck-hand. "Throw that to me when
I'm on deck," he ordered. Then he came up the ladder.
"Heave, and I'll hoist up the bag," suggested Mayo at the rail.
"Wait till I get there," barked the visitor, still climbing. He caught
the line after he had reached the rail and pulled up the case with some
effort and great care.
"Look here, that bag isn't empty," said Mayo.
"Who said it was? I'm carrying around in it all I own in the world. I'm
starting for New York as soon as this tug sets me ashore."
He picked up the case and started for the officers' quarters. Mayo went
along, too.
"You afraid I'm going to steal her engine out of her? The few little
things of mine I'm after were hidden away, and that's how I forgot 'em.
Now don't insult me by following me around as if I was a thief."