DEFEATED.
In due time the Superior cleared
for New York, and among the passengers were Robert
and his father. Since the meeting with his son
Captain Rushton’s mental malady had completely
disappeared, and his mental recovery affected his
physical health favorably. His step became firm
and elastic, his eye was bright, and Robert thought
he had never looked better. Leaving the two to
pursue their voyage home, we return to Captain Haley.
After leaving Robert to his fate,
he kept on his way, rejoicing with a wicked satisfaction
that he had got rid of an enemy who had it in his
power to do him harm, for what Robert might suffer
in his island prison, he cared little. He took
it for granted that he would never get away, but would
pass his life, be it longer or shorter, in dreary exile.
Though the crew did not know all, they knew that the
captain had heartlessly left Robert to his fate, and
all were animated by a common feeling of dislike to
their commander, who never under any circumstances
would hare been popular. But there was no one
among them bold enough to come forward and charge
Haley with his crime, even when they reached Calcutta.
The captain moved among them, and his orders were
obeyed, but not with alacrity. This satisfied
him, for he cared nothing for the attachment of those
under his command.
One day in Calcutta he had a surprise.
He met Captain Rushton one day when
out walking. It seemed like one risen from the
dead, for he supposed him lying at the bottom of the
sea. Could his eyes deceive him, or was this
really the man whom he had so grossly injured?
Captain Rushton did not see Haley, for he was partly
turned away from him, and was busily conversing with
a gentleman of his acquaintance. Haley drew near,
and heard Captain Rushton addressed as Mr. Smith.
He at once decided that, in spite of the wonderful
resemblance, it was not the man he supposed, and breathed
more freely in consequence. But he could not
help looking back to wonder at the surprising likeness.
“They are as near alike as if
they were brothers,” he said to himself.
He did not again catch sight of Captain
Rushton while in Calcutta.
Before Robert arrived, Captain Haley
had sailed for home. But he met with storms,
and his vessel received injuries that delayed her,
so that his ship only reached New York on the same
day with the Superior, bearing as passengers
Robert and his father. Our hero lost no time in
calling upon his friend, Mr. Morgan, and actually reached
the office an hour before Haley, the Superior
having reached her pier a little in advance of the
other vessel.
When Robert walked into the office,
Mr. Morgan, who was at his desk, looked up, and recognized
him at once.
“Welcome back, my young friend,”
he said, cordially, rising to meet him. “I
am glad to see you, but I didn’t expect you quite
so soon. How did you happen to come in advance
of the captain?”
“Then you have not heard what
happened at sea?” said Robert.
“Yes,” said the merchant.
“I heard, much to my regret, of Captain Evans’
death. He was a worthy man, and I am truly sorry
to lose him. What do you think of his successor,
Captain Haley? He has never before sailed for
me.”
“After I have told my story,
you can judge of him for yourself. I did not
return on your vessel, Mr. Morgan, but on the Superior,
Captain Smith.”
“How is that?” asked the merchant, surprised.
“Because Captain Haley left
me on an island in the Southern Ocean, bound to a
tree, and probably supposes that I am dead.”
“Your story seems incredible,
Robert. Give me a full account of all that led
to this action on the part of the captain.”
My readers shall not be wearied with
a repetition of details with which they are already
familiar. Robert related what had happened to
him in a straightforward manner, and Mr. Morgan never
thought of doubting his statements.
“This Haley must be a villain,”
he said. “You are, indeed, fortunate in
having escaped from the snare he laid for you,”
“I have been fortunate in another
way also,” said Robert. “I have succeeded
in the object of my voyage.”
“You have not found your father?”
“I found him in Calcutta, and I have brought
him home with me.”
“You must have been born under
a lucky star, Robert,” said the merchant.
“Were your father’s adventures as remarkable
as yours?”
“It was the same man who nearly
succeeded in accomplishing the ruin of both—Captain
Haley was my father’s mate, and was he who, in
revenge for some fancied slight, set fire to the vessel
in mid-ocean, and then escaped.”
Scarcely had this revelation been
made, when a clerk entered, and approaching Mr. Morgan,
said, “Captain Haley would like to see you.”
Mr. Morgan glanced at Robert significantly.
“I wish to know what explanation
Mr. Haley has to give of your disappearance.
There is a closet. Go in, and close the door partially,
so that you may hear what passes without yourself being
seen.”
Robert was hardly established in his
place of concealment when Haley entered the office.
“Good-morning, Mr. Morgan,”
he said, deferentially, for he wished to keep in his
employer’s good graces.
“Good-morning, sir,” said
the merchant, formally. “Captain Haley,
I believe?”
“Yes, sir I succeeded to the
command of the Argonaut upon the lamented death
of my friend, Captain Evans. His death happened
on our passage out. I proceeded at once to Calcutta,
and after disposing of the cargo sailed for home.”
“Your voyage has been a long one.”
“Yes, we have had stress of
weather, which has delayed us materially. I regret
this, but did the best I could under the circumstances.
I hope to have discharged my duties in a manner satisfactory
to you.”
“I cannot, of course, blame
you for delay, since the weather was quite beyond
your control,” said the merchant, but his tone
was marked by coldness, for which Haley found it difficult
to account. He was anxious to remain in command
of the Argonaut, but the want of cordiality
evinced by his employer made him doubtful of his success.
He was not timid, however, and resolved to broach
the subject.
“I hope, Mr. Morgan,”
he said, “that you have sufficient confidence
in me to intrust me I with the command of the Argonaut
on her next voyage?”
“He certainly is not lacking
in audacity,” thought Mr. Morgan. “We
will speak of that matter hereafter,” he said.
“Did my young friend, Robert Rushton, return
with you?”
Now was the critical moment.
In spite of his audacity, Haley felt embarrassed.
“No, sir,” he replied.
“Indeed! I expected that you would bring
him back.”
“May I ask if the boy is a relative of yours?”
“No, he is not.”
“So much the better.”
“Why do you say that? I am particularly
interested in him.”
“Then, sir, my task becomes more painful and
embarrassing.”
“You speak in enigmas, Captain Haley.”
“I hesitate to speak plainly.
I know you will be pained by what I have to tell you.”
“Don’t consider my feelings,
Captain Haley, but say what you have to say.”
“Then I regret to say that the
boy, Robert Rushton, is unworthy of your friendship.”
“This is a grievous charge. Of course,
I expect you to substantiate it.”
“I will do so. Shortly
after the death of Captain Evans and my accession
to the command I found that this boy was trying to
undermine my influence with the men, from what motives
I cannot guess. I remonstrated with him mildly
but firmly, but only received insolence in return.
Nevertheless I continued to treat him well on account
of the interest you felt in him. So things went
on till we reached Calcutta. He left me at that
time, and to my surprise did not return to the ship.
I was able to account for his disappearance, however,
when I missed one hundred and fifty dollars, of which
I have not the slightest doubt that he robbed me.
I should have taken measures to have him arrested,
but since you felt an interest in him I preferred
to suffer the loss in silence. I fear, Mr. Morgan,
that you have been greatly deceived in him.”
“I suspect that I have been
deceived,” said Mr. Morgan, gravely. “It
is only fair, however, Captain Haley, to hear both
sides, and I will therefore summon the boy himself
to answer your charge. Robert!”
At the summons, to Captain Haley’s
equal surprise and dismay, Robert stepped from the
closet in which he had been concealed.
“What have you to say, Robert?” asked
the merchant.
“Captain Haley knows very well
the falsehood of what he says,” said our hero,
calmly. “It was not at Calcutta I left the
Argonaut, nor was it of my own accord.
Captain Haley, with his own hands, tied me to a tree
on a small island in the Southern Ocean, and there
left me, as he supposed, to a solitary death.
But Heaven did not forsake me, and sent first a brave
sailor and afterward a ship to my assistance.
The charge that I stole money from him I shall not
answer, for I know Mr. Morgan will not believe it.”
Captain Haley was not a fool, and
he knew that it would be useless to press the charge
further. He rose from his seat; his face was dark
with anger and smarting under a sense of defeat.
“You have not done with me yet,”
he said to Robert, and without another word left the
office.