The North Pacific. Willis Boyd Allen

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СКАЧАТЬ Japanese officer half turned in his seat, waved his hat most courteously, and spoke to his men; with the result that they pulled harder than ever.

      "Start her!" cried out Rexdale, furious with rage.

      "Start her, sir," repeated the phlegmatic quartermaster, throwing over the electric indicator.

      "Full speed ahead!"

      "Full speed ahead, sir."

      "Now port your helm! Look sharp!"

      "Port, sir."

      But by the time the Osprey had fair steerage-way the stranger, veering in to shorten the distance, had picked up her boat and was pouring volumes of black smoke from her funnels as she too forged ahead. Her bows slowly swung to the northward.

      The captain on her bridge waved his hat.

      Dave set his teeth hard. "I'd like to send a shot across her bows!" he muttered, glaring at the audacious destroyer which was plainly running away from them. The jackies looked up eagerly at him, with their hands on the breach of the four-inch rifle; not a few fists were shaken at the departing stranger. It was a temptation, but the commander overcame it.

      "It won't do to open fire, just for a steward," he said to his subordinates, who were standing at his side with scowling faces. "On her course, quartermaster!"

      "On her course, sir. East by south, quarter south."

      "It's a regular insult," stormed Liddon, for once shaken out of his regularly calm demeanour. "It's abduction on the high seas! It's piracy, that's what it is!"

      "More like the press-gang," said Dobson, laconically.

      "Well," said Rexdale, after a pause, "Japan will have to apologise for that little performance when we've reached a cable port."

      "Is Oto an American citizen?" enquired Liddon.

      "I'm afraid not. I never heard him speak of naturalisation."

      "Then I suppose it's hardly an international episode," said the other, recovering his usual dignity of speech. "Perhaps the boy is an escaped criminal. At worst, I'm afraid the captain of the Kiku has only been guilty of bad manners."

      "I shall report the incident to the Department at the first opportunity," said the commander decisively. "They can do what they like about it."

      But Rexdale did not make the report. The next morning he was waited upon, to his utter bewilderment, by Oto himself, obsequious, deft, and silent as of old!

      CHAPTER VI.

      A SCRAP IN MALTA

      The lieutenant-commander rubbed his eyes and stared at the little brown man in utter amazement.

      "Oto!" he exclaimed at length. "You here?"

      "Yes, sir," replied Oto, placing a steaming cup of hot coffee at the right hand of the officer.

      "Come round here where I can see you. When did you come on board?"

      "This morning, sir, at about three bells."

      "Who brought you? Did you swim back?" demanded Rexdale, still mystified.

      "No, sir. I came in the Kiku's boat," said Oto, showing his white teeth in a genial smile. "There was fog. The Osprey was going at less than half speed, and the lookouts did not see me. We came very quiet."

      "Well, what have you got to say for yourself, any way?" asked Dave, irritated at the boy's self-possession. "Do you know I can put you in irons for deserting the ship?"

      The little Jap spread his arms, in deprecation. "Very sorry," said he humbly. "It was all mistake. Captain Osara wanted to give me message. He did not wish me to leave ship. All mistake. So I come back. Captain Osara say he apologise. Here his letter," and he handed a sealed missive to the commander, who impatiently tore open the daintily folded sheet. It was covered with Japanese characters.

      "Read it to me," said Dave, handing the letter to Oto, who translated as follows:

"Ship 'Kiku,'"Royal Navy of Japan.

      "To the Honourable

      "David Rexdale,

      "Commanding U. S. Ship Osprey.

      "Am desirous to tender most humble apologies to your august presence for having taken to my ship the man Oto, whom I restore tremblingly to you. Augustly condescend to grant your forgiveness, and accept my joyful congratulation on your august health and the beauty and majesty of your ship.

"Respectful veneration,"Osara."

      "Well," said Rexdale, smiling, in spite of his vexation, at the language of the apology, "what was the message?"

      But neither threats nor persuasion could induce Oto to divulge the nature of the communication which had been of sufficient importance to take a naval vessel out of her way and to lead her commander to play such a daring trick – for such it evidently was, in spite of his polite phrases – on a United States war-ship. Oshima in his turn was closely questioned, but professed entire ignorance of the matter.

      "I've not a particle of doubt," said Rexdale, talking it over with Staples, "that it has some connexion with the strained relations between Russia and Japan. He's a dangerous fellow to have on board, this Oto, with his skill at gunnery, his high-bred manners, and his mysterious disappearances and appearances. When we reach Hongkong I shall dismiss both Japs. They might get us into a heap of trouble."

      Staples quite agreed with Dave, and, with a careful record of the episode in the ship's log, the affair was closed.

      Two weeks later the Osprey dropped her anchor off the quay in the inner harbour of Valetta, the principal seaport of Malta. Rexdale's first care was to cable his arrival to the Department; next, to mail his report of the voyage; third, to send a long letter to Hallie, his wife, who would be waiting, even more anxiously than the Secretary of the Navy, to hear from him. At the telegraph office he found a dispatch from Washington, ordering him to hold the Osprey at Valetta until further instructions from the Department. He knew that he would need time for coaling, and informed the other officers of the ship that they would probably spend at least a week at their present anchorage, which had been designated by the harbour-master.

      The next two days were busy ones. All hands worked hard and became grimy from head to foot with coal dust. At length the jackies forward heard the welcome order: "Shift into clean blue, the liberty party!" Working in the intense heat of a Mediterranean July, the men had been stripped to their waists. Now they sluiced one another down with the hose, and gladly slipped on their spruce shore-going togs. With strict injunctions to be on board before dark, thirty of the crew were permitted to land.

      Midshipman Starr went ashore with Ensigns Liddon and Dobson.

      "There's only one thing I want to see," announced Starr, "and that's a real, genuine Maltese cat, proudly standing on her native soil. I suppose the streets are full of 'em." He and Dobson had never before visited the city of Valetta, but "Doc." Liddon was well informed as to its history and attractions, having spent several weeks there before he joined the Naval Academy.

      The moment the three young officers set foot on the quay, they were beset by vendors of all sorts of trinkets, especially those of silver СКАЧАТЬ