Heemskirk, giving his orders in English,
apparently for Jasper's
edification. "You hear?"
"Ya, mynherr."
"You will remain on deck and in
charge all the time."
"Ya, mynherr."
Jasper felt as if, together with the command of the brig, his very
heart were being taken out of his breast. Heemskirk asked, with a
change of tone:
"What weapons have you on board?"
At one time all the ships trading in the China Seas had a licence
to carry a certain quantity of firearms for purposes of defence.
Jasper answered:
"Eighteen rifles with their bayonets, which were on board when I
bought her, four years ago. They have been declared."
"Where are they kept?"
"Fore-cabin. Mate has the key."
"You will take possession of them," said Heemskirk to the
gunner.
"Ya, mynherr."
"What is this for? What do you mean to imply?" cried out Jasper;
then bit his lip. "It's monstrous!" he muttered.
Heemskirk raised for a moment a heavy, as if
suffering, glance.
"You may go," he said to his
gunner. The fat man saluted, and
departed.
During the next thirty hours the steady towing was interrupted
once. At a signal from the brig, made by waving a flag on the
forecastle, the gunboat was stopped. The badly-stuffed
specimen of
a
warrant-officer, getting into his boat, arrived on board the
Neptun and
hurried straight into his commander's cabin, his
excitement at something he had to
communicate being betrayed by the
blinking of his small eyes. These two were closeted together for
some time, while Jasper at the taffrail tried to make out if
anything out of the common had occurred on board the brig.
But nothing seemed to be amiss on board. However, he kept a look-
out for the
gunner; and, though he had avoided
speaking to anybody
since he had finished with Heemskirk, he stopped that man when he
came out on deck again to ask how his mate was.
"He was feeling not very well when I left," he explained.
The fat
warrant-officer,
holding himself as though the effort of
carrying his big
stomach in front of him demanded a rigid carriage,
understood with difficulty. Not a single one of his features
showed the slightest animation, but his little eyes blinked rapidly
at last.
"Oh, ya! The mate. Ya, ya! He is very well. But, mein Gott, he
is one very funny man!"
Jasper could get no
explanation of that remark, because the
Dutchman got into the boat
hurriedly, and went back on board the
brig. But he consoled himself with the thought that very soon all
this
unpleasant and rather
absurd experience would be over. The
roadstead of Makassar was in sight already. Heemskirk passed by
him going on the
bridge. For the first time the
lieutenant looked
at Jasper with marked
intention; and the strange roll of his eyes
was so funny - it had been long agreed by Jasper and Freya that the
lieutenant was funny - so ecstatically gratified, as though he were
rolling a tasty
morsel on his tongue, that Jasper could not help a
broad smile. And then he turned to his brig again.
To see her, his cherished possession,
animated by something of his
Freya's soul, the only
foothold of two lives on the wide earth, the
security of his
passion, the
companion of adventure, the power to
snatch the calm, adorable Freya to his breast, and carry her off to
the end of the world; to see this beautiful thing embodying
worthily his pride and his love, to see her
captive at the end of a
tow-rope was not indeed a pleasant experience. It had something
nightmarish in it, as, for
instance, the dream of a wild sea-bird
loaded with chains.
Yet what else could he want to look at? Her beauty would sometimes
come to his heart with the force of a spell, so that he would
forget where he was. And, besides, that sense of
superiority which
the certitude of being loved gives to a young man, that
illusion of
being set above the Fates by a tender look in a woman's eyes,
helped him, the first shock over, to go through these experiences
with an amused self-confidence. For what evil could touch the