"'I think I'll have to stay some little time in there, to help her look after the boy,' Davidson answered without stopping.
"This was a good thing to say to allay a possible suspicion.And, as it was, Davidson felt he must not stay very long.
"He sat down on an old empty nail-keg near the improvised cot and looked at the child; while Laughing Anne, moving to and fro, preparing the hot drink, giving it to the boy in spoonfuls, or stopping to gaze motionless at the flushed face, whispered disjointed bits of information.She had succeeded in ****** friends with that French devil.Davy would understand that she knew how to make herself pleasant to a man.
"And Davidson nodded without looking at her.
"The big beast had got to be quite confidential with her.She held his cards for him when they were having a game.Bamtz! Oh! Bamtz in his funk was only too glad to see the Frenchman humoured.And the Frenchman had come to believe that she was a woman who didn't care what she did.That's how it came about they got to talk before her openly.For a long time she could not make out what game they were up to.The new arrivals, not expecting to find a woman with Bamtz, had been very startled and annoyed at first, she explained.
"She busied herself in attending to the boy; and nobody looking into that room would have seen anything suspicious in those two people exchanging murmurs by the sick-bedside.
"'But now they think I am a better man than Bamtz ever was,' she said with a faint laugh.
"The child moaned.She went down on her knees, and, bending low, contemplated him mournfully.Then raising her head, she asked Davidson whether he thought the child would get better.Davidson was sure of it.She murmured sadly: 'Poor kid.There's nothing in life for such as he.Not a dog's chance.But I couldn't let him go, Davy! I couldn't.'
"Davidson felt a profound pity for the child.She laid her hand on his knee and whispered an earnest warning against the Frenchman.
Davy must never let him come to close quarters.Naturally Davidson wanted to know the reason, for a man without hands did not strike him as very formidable under any circumstances.
"'Mind you don't let him - that's all,' she insisted anxiously, hesitated, and then confessed that the Frenchman had got her away from the others that afternoon and had ordered her to tie a seven-pound iron weight (out of the set of weights Bamtz used in business) to his right stump.She had to do it for him.She had been afraid of his savage temper.Bamtz was such a craven, and neither of the other men would have cared what happened to her.
The Frenchman, however, with many awful threats had warned her not to let the others know what she had done for him.Afterwards he had been trying to cajole her.He had promised her that if she stood by him faithfully in this business he would take her with him to Haiphong or some other place.A poor cripple needed somebody to take care of him - always.
"Davidson asked her again if they really meant mischief.It was, he told me, the hardest thing to believe he had run up against, as yet, in his life.Anne nodded.The Frenchman's heart was set on this robbery.Davy might expect them, about midnight, creeping on board his ship, to steal anyhow - to murder, perhaps.Her voice sounded weary, and her eyes remained fastened on her child.
"And still Davidson could not accept it somehow; his contempt for these men was too great.
"'Look here, Davy,' she said.'I'll go outside with them when they start, and it will be hard luck if I don't find something to laugh at.They are used to that from me.Laugh or cry - what's the odds.You will be able to hear me on board on this quiet night.
Dark it is too.Oh! it's dark, Davy! - it's dark!'
"'Don't you run any risks,' said Davidson.Presently he called her attention to the boy, who, less flushed now, had dropped into a sound sleep.'Look.He'll be all right.'
"She made as if to snatch the child up to her breast, but restrained herself.Davidson prepared to go.She whispered hurriedly:
"'Mind, Davy! I've told them that you generally sleep aft in the hammock under the awning over the cabin.They have been asking me about your ways and about your ship, too.I told them all I knew.
I had to keep in with them.And Bamtz would have told them if Ihadn't - you understand?'
"He made a friendly sign and went out.The men about the table (except Bamtz) looked at him.This time it was Fector who spoke.
'Won't you join us in a quiet game, Captain?'
"Davidson said that now the child was better he thought he would go on board and turn in.Fector was the only one of the four whom he had, so to speak, never seen, for he had had a good look at the Frenchman already.He observed Fector's muddy eyes, his mean, bitter mouth.Davidson's contempt for those men rose in his gorge, while his placid smile, his gentle tones and general air of innocence put heart into them.They exchanged meaning glances.
"'We shall be sitting late over the cards,' Fector said in his harsh, low voice.
"'Don't make more noise than you can help.'
"'Oh! we are a quiet lot.And if the invalid shouldn't be so well, she will be sure to send one of us down to call you, so that you may play the doctor again.So don't shoot at sight.'
"'He isn't a shooting man,' struck in Niclaus.
"'I never shoot before ****** sure there's a reason for it - at any rate,' said Davidson.
"Bamtz let out a sickly snigger.The Frenchman alone got up to make a bow to Davidson's careless nod.His stumps were stuck immovably in his pockets.Davidson understood now the reason.
