and it was material for our success and safety to know the exact position of the patrol craft in the neighbourhood. The news could not have been more favourable. The officer mentioned a small place on the coast some twelve miles off, where, unsuspicious and unready, she was lying at anchor, with her sails unbent, painting yards and scraping spars. Then he left us after the usual compliments, smirking reassurringly over his shoulder.
I had kept below pretty close all day from excess of prudence. The stake played on that trip was big.
"We are ready to go at once, but for Cesar, who has been missing ever since breakfast," announced Dominic to me in his slow, grim way.
Where the fellow had gone, and why, we could not imagine. The usual surmises in the case of a missing seaman did not apply to Cesar's absence. He was too odious for love, friendship, gambling, or even casual intercourse. But once or twice he had wandered away like this before.
Dominic went ashore to look for him, but returned at the end of two hours alone and very angry, as I could see by the token of the invisible smile under his moustache being intensified. We wondered what had become of the wretch, and made a hurried investigation amongst our portable property. He had stolen nothing.
"He will be back before long," I said confidently.
Ten minutes afterwards one of the men on deck called out loudly:
"I can see him coming."
Cesar had only his shirt and trousers on. He had sold his coat, apparently for pocket-money.
"You knave!" was all Dominic said, with a terrible softness of voice. He restrained his choler for a time.
