Page:The Dark Frigate (Hawes).djvu/142

of these schismatic Puritans. Tell me not but that they’ve mines of rich gold hid away. Did’st ever see a Roundhead knave would brave the wild lions of America unless he thought there was gold in 't?”

“Thou thyself art fool as well as knave,” quoth the Old One. ‘‘Did’st thou not once cry the whole ship’s company out of sleep to see a mermaid that would entice thee to thy peril? And when sober men had come on deck there was nought there but a seal-fish at play. Lions forsooth! In Africa even I have heard a lion roar, but not in America. Much searching of tracts hath stuffed thy head.”

The drunken Joe roused sleepily up. ‘‘My brother saw a lion at Cape Ann plantation. My brother — ” He drew a knife and wildly flourished it, but fell back in a stupor before the laughter died.

Martin’s bluster, as was its way when a man boldly confronted it, broke like a pricked bubble, but his sullen glare caught the Old One’s eye.

Leaning over the table, the Old One said in a low, taunting voice, ‘‘And did you never see a man dance on air? Ah, there’s a sight to catch the breath in your throat and make an emptiness in a man’s belly!”

As often happens when there has been a great noise and a man speaks in a low voice, there was a quick lull and the words came out as clear as the ringing of a half crown. Phil Marsham, looking across the table into the Old One’s cold blue eyes, which were fixed on Martin, saw in them a flicker of calculating amusement; then he saw that Martin was swallowing as if he had a fishbone in his throat.

In truth Martin wore the sickly smile that a man affects when he is cornered and wishes to appear braver