"We shall meet with dangerous seas that way, too, but if it's the route
you've decided on, that's all there is to it. What's going on with the
three hundred Chinamen in the steerage?"

"I don't know. Let them stay down where they are; they won't suffocate
yet awhile, and we'll have peace on deck for an hour or two," growled
the Captain.

"With the last lot that came on board there was a little pigmy, barely
ten years old," said Gray. "An old Chinaman carried him in his arms
and said he was asleep. It seemed to me that he was in a stupor, and I
had more than half a mind to send them back, and then it occurred to me
that we could use the lad in the kitchen, as the cook's assistant.
I'll get the boy, Captain, and let you see what you think of giving him
over to the cook. By cuffs and knocks perhaps he can be developed into
something useful."

"Go ahead, Gray," answered the Captain. "And you, Redfox, want my
nephew, of whom this small Chinaman makes me think." Then he added in
a low tone: "Since our last talk I have thought the thing over.--You
are right. It cannot be otherwise. He must disappear, at least for a
time, that is, until we are in possession of the money; later I will
restore it to him."

"Quite right. And if--by any accident--he should fall from the
rigging, or else--"

"No, no, I won't have him put to death. God knows I wish my brother
were alive. The thought even that perhaps in my drunkenness I