The Island Treasure | Page 6

he; and, naturally, not recognising the reason for the negro's
non-appearance immediately on his calling him, he became all the more
angry and excited.
"Sam--Sambo--Sam Jedfoot!" he roared, raising his shrill voice a pitch
higher in each case, as he thus successively rang the changes on the
cook's name in his queer way, making the first-mate snigger behind

him, and even I could not help laughing, the captain spoke so funnily
through his nose; while Jan Steenbock, the second-mate, who was
standing by the mainmast bitts, I could see, had a grim smile on his
face. "Sam, ye scoundrel! Come aft hyar at once when I hail, or by
thunder I'll keelhaul ye, ez safe ez my name's Ephraim O Snaggs!"
The bathos of this peroration was too much for Jan Steenbock, and he
burst into a loud "ho! ho!"
It was the last straw that broke the camel's--I mean the captain's-- back,
and he got as mad as a hatter.
"Ye durned Dutch skunk!" he flamed out, the red veins cross-hatching
his face in his passion. "What the blue blazes d'ye mean by makin' fun
o' yer cap'n? Snakes an' alligators, I'll disrate ye--I'll send ye forrud;
I'll--I'll--"
"I vas not means no harms, cap'n," apologised the other, on the skipper
stopping in his outburst for want of breath, the words appearing to be
choking in his mouth, coming out too quick for utterance, so that they
all got jumbled together. "I vas hab no bad respect of yous, sare. I vas
only lafs mit meinselfs."
"Then I'd kinder hev ye ter know, Mister Steenbock, thet ye'd better not
laugh with yerself nor nary a body else when I'm on the poop," retorted
Captain Snaggs, not believing a word of this lucid explanation,
although he did not seemingly like to tell him so, and quarrel right out.
"I guess though, as ye're so precious merry, ye might hev a pull taken at
thet lee mainbrace. If ye wer anything of a seaman ye'd hev done it
without me telling ye!"
Having administered this `flea in the ear' to the second-mate, the
captain turned round abruptly on his heel, with a muttered objurgation,
having some reference to Jan Steenbock's eyes; and, as he looked aft,
he caught sight of me.
"Jee-rusalem, b'y!" he exclaimed; "what in thunder air ye doin' hyar?
The poop ain't no place fur cabin b'ys, I reckon."

"The steward sent me up, sir," I replied, trembling; for he looked as
fierce as if he could eat me without salt, his bristly beard sticking out
and wagging in the air, as he spoke in that snarling voice of his. "He
t-t-old me to tell you, sir, that dinner was ready in the cabin, sir."
The ship at the moment giving a lurch to port, as a fresh blast of wind
caught her weather side, sending a big sea over the waist, I rolled up
against him as I answered his question.
"Then ye ken skoot right away an' tell him thet I guess I'm boss hyar,"
cried he, after shoving me back with an oath against the cabin skylight,
which I almost tumbled over. "I'm goin' to hev my meals when I
chooses, I say, younker, an' not when anybody else likes, stooard or no
stooard!"
With this return message, I retreated nimbly down the companion, glad
to get out of his reach, he looked so savage when he shoved me; but I
had hardly descended two steps, when he called after me with a loud
shout, that echoed down the passage way and made my flesh creep.
"B'y!" he yelled, making a jump, as if to grab hold of me. "B'y!"
"Ye-e-e-yes, sir," I stammered, in mortal terror, looking back up the
hatchway, though too frightened to return to nearer quarters with him
again. "Ye-e-yes, sir."
My alarm amused him. It was a sort of implied compliment to his
bullying powers; and he laughed harshly, nodding his head.
"What in thunder air ye afeard on?" he said. "I ain't goin' to kill ye this
time, b'y; it's another cuss I'm after, a kinder sort o' skunk of a different
colour, I guess. Look hyar, b'y, jest ye make tracks forrud when ye've
told the stooard what I've said, an' see whether thet tarnation black
nigger's asleep in his galley, or what. Won't I give him fits when I catch
him, thet's all--thaar, be off with ye, smart!"
I did not need any second intimation to go, but plunged down the
companion stairway as if a wild bull was after me; and, telling the

Welshman, Morris Jones, who acted as steward, a poor, cowardly sort
of creature, that the captain did not want his dinner yet, hastened
through the cuddy, and on to the maindeck beyond, coming out by the