'There you are then!' said Huish with a shrug.
Davis fell again to his pacing.
'Oh, you may do sentry-go till you're blue in the mug, you won't find anythink else,' said Huish.
There was a little silence; the captain, like a man launched on a swing, flying dizzily among extremes of conjecture and refusal.
'But see,' he said, suddenly pausing. 'Can you? Can the thing be done? It—it can't be easy.'
'If I get within twenty foot of 'im it'll be done; so you look out,' said Huish, and his tone of certainty was absolute.
'How can you know that?' broke from the captain in a choked cry. 'You beast, I believe you've done it before!'
'Oh, that's private affyres,' returned Huish, 'I ain't a talking man.'
A shock of repulsion struck and shook the captain; a scream rose almost to his lips; had he uttered it, he might have cast himself at the same moment on the body of Huish, might have picked him up, and flung him down, and wiped the cabin with him, in a frenzy of cruelty that seemed half moral. But the moment passed; and the abortive crisis left the man weaker. The stakes were so high—the pearls
