Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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"No, sah; de captain he nebber done tol' me, sah, nothing 'bout his
personal plans. All he done said wus fer me to hustle sum grub in yere." "But surely," I Insisted warmly, "you know what voyage you signed on for?" "Wal, boss, I did n't sign on fer no vige. I 'se de steward, sah, an' I just naturally goes 'long where ebber de ship does. 'T ain't rightly none o' my business what de white folks 'cides to do. Good Lor', dey don't never ask dis nigger nuthin' 'bout dat. All I got ter do is just go 'long with 'em--dat's all." The shadow of a man blocked the doorway. He was one of those who had been in the small boat, and I noticed a revolver at his waist. "That's enough, boy. Come, now, out with you," he commanded gruffly. "Never you mind the door; I 'll attend to that." He pulled the door to after the retreating form of the negro, and I heard the sharp click of the latch, and then his voice, muffled by intervening wood, ordering the steward aft. There was no appearance of any lock on the door; probably there was none, as otherwise it would not have been necessary to post a guard. However, this was clearly no time to experiment and I was hungry enough to forget all else in the appetizing fragrance of the meal waiting. I fell to eagerly, convinced there was a good cook on board, and enjoying every morsel. This did not look as though I was destined to suffer, and merely being confined in these narrow quarters for a few hours was no great hardship. Probably the girl was receiving very similar treatment, and, as soon as |
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