There was nothing for it but a crippled beat toward the
Islands.
Four days later she made an offing in the harbor at Honolulu just
as a liner was nosing her way out.
Bully Green ranged up beside Farnum and cast a speculative eye on
him.
"Sport, I had ought to iron you and keep you in the fo'c'sle until
we leave here. It's the only square thing to do."
Jeff's gaze was on the advancing steamer. She was scarce two
hundred yards away now and he could plainly read the name painted
on her side. She was the _Bellingham_ of Verden.
"I don't see the necessity, sir," he answered.
"I reckon you do, son. Samuel Green stands by his word to a
finish. Now I've promised to keep you safe, and you can bet your
last dollar I'm a-going to do it."
His prisoner turned from the rail against which he was leaning to
the captain. Pinpoints of light were gleaming in the big eyes.
"How much safer do you want me than this?"
Green expectorated at a chip in the water and shifted his quid.
"You've got brains, son. No telling what you might try to do. But
see here. You're no drunken beachcomber. I know a gentleman when I
see one. Gimme your word you'll not try to skip out or send a
message back to the States and I'll go easy on you.
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