Spanish Doubloons eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 233 pages of information about Spanish Doubloons.

Spanish Doubloons eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 233 pages of information about Spanish Doubloons.

“I did some flittin’ about that little old burg on my own hook,” he informed us, “and what I got to say is, it needs wakin’ up.  Yes, sir, a bunch of live ones from the U.S.A. would shake up that little old graveyard so you wouldn’t know it.  I might have took a hand in it myself, if I hadn’t have met up with Miss Browne and your a’nt.  Yes, sir, I had a slick little proposition or two up my sleeve.  Backed by some of the biggest capital in the U.S.A.—­in fact, there’s a bunch of fellers up there in God’s country that’s pretty sore on old H.H. for passin’ things up this way.  Kep’ the wires hummin’ for two-three days, till they seen I wasn’t to be switched, and then the Old Man himself—­no use mentionin’ names, but I guess you know who I mean—­Wall Street would, quick enough, anyway—­the Old Man himself threatened to put his yacht in commission and come down to find out what sort of little game H. H. was playin’ on him.  But I done like Br’er Rabbit—­jes lay low.  Hamilton H. Tubbs knows a good thing when he sees it about as quick as the next one—­and he knows enough to keep mum about it too!”

“None can appreciate more profoundly than myself your ability to maintain that reserve so necessary to the success of this expedition,” remarked Miss Browne weightily from the far end of the table.  “It is to be wished that other members of our party, though tenderly esteemed, and never more than now when weakness of body temporarily overpowers strength of soul, had shared your powers of secrecy!”

This shaft was aimed quite obviously at me, and as at the moment I could think of nothing in reply short of hurling a plate I sank into a silence which seemed to be contagious, for it spread throughout the table.  Three or four rough-looking men, of whom one, a certain Captain Magnus, belonged to our party and the rest to the ship, continued vigorously to hack their way through the meal with clattering knives and forks.  Of other sounds there was none.  Such gloom weighed heavily on the genial spirit of Mr. Tubbs, and he lightened it by rising to propose a toast.

“Ladies and gentlemen, to her now unfortunately laid low by the pangs of mal de mer—­our friend and bony dear, Miss Harding!”

This was bewildering, for neither by friend nor foe could Aunt Jane be called bony.  Later, in the light of Mr. Tubbs’s passion for classical allusion, I decided to translate it bona dea, and consider the family complimented.  At the moment I sat stunned, but Miss Browne, with greater self-possession, majestically inclined her head and said: 

“In the name of our absent friend, I thank you.”  In spite of wistful looks from the beautiful youth as we rose from the table, and the allurement of a tropic moon, I remained constant to duty and Aunt Jane, and immured myself in her stateroom, where I passed an enlivening evening listening to her moans.  She showed a faint returning spark of life when I mentioned Cuthbert Vane, and raised her head to murmur that he was Honorable and she understood though not the heir still likely to inherit and perhaps after all Providence—­

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