"And there's the end of me as master of my ship," he said.
Mate Mayo's eyes were wet, but words of sympathy to fit the case did not
come to his sailor tongue, and he was silent.
When the tug was near Newport News, Manager Fogg took David Boyne apart
from all ears which might hear. He gave the young man another packet of
money.
"The rest of your expenses for a good trip," he said. "You seem to be
a chap who knows how to mind his own business--and able to get at the
other fellow's business in pretty fair shape. You haven't told such an
awful lot about young Mayo, but it's satisfactory to learn that he has
lived such a simple and every-day life that there isn't much to tell."
"I never saw a man so sort of guileless," affirmed Boyne. "Not that I
have had a lot of experience, but in a lawyer's office you are bound to
see considerable of human nature."
"He is no doubt a very deserving young man--and I'm glad I can use him,"
said Fogg, not able to keep all the grimness out of his tones. "Now,
son," he went on, after a moment of pondering, "you stay on board this
tug till I have been gone five minutes. There are a lot of sharp eyes
around in these times, and some of Vose's friends would be glad to run
to him with a story about me. After five minutes, you take your bag and
walk to Dock Seven and go aboard the freighter Ariel--go just as if
you belonged there. Tell the captain that you are Daniel Boyle--get the
name--Daniel Boyle. And never tell anybody until you hear from me that
your name is David Boyne. That freighter leaves to-night for Barbados
with sugar machinery. You'll have a nice trip."
"I don't care how far away I get," declared Boyne, rather bitterly. "I
have done a tough trick. I'm pretty much of a renegade. No, I don't care
how far I go."
"Nor I, either," agreed Fogg, but a smile relieved the brutality of the
speech. "You see, son, both of us have special reasons why it's just as
well for you to be away from these diggings for a time. If some folks
get hold of you they'll bother you with a lot of foolish questions. When
you get tired of Barbados go ahead and pick out another nice trip, and
keep going, and later on we'll find a good job for you up this way. Keep
me posted. Good-by."