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Chapter 3
Thatwasthedangerthatworriedmenoend.”CaptainMitchellsighedprofoundly.
“Ihadanobject,”thedoctorpronounced,slowly.
“Hadyou?”mutteredCaptainMitchell.“Well,that’slucky,orelseIwouldhavethoughtthatyouwentonfoolinghimforthefunofthething.Andperhapsthatwasyourobject.Well,ImustsayIpersonallywouldn’tcondescendtothatsortofthing.Itisnottomytaste.No,no.Blackeningafriend’scharacterisnotmyideaoffun,ifitweretofoolthegreatestblackguardonearth.”
HaditnotbeenforCaptainMitchell’sdepression,causedbythefatalnews,hisdisgustofDr.Monyghamwouldhavetakenamoreoutspokenshape;buthethoughttohimselfthatnowitreallydidnotmatterwhatthatman,whomhehadneverliked,wouldsayanddo.
“Iwonder,”hegrumbled,“whytheyhaveshutusuptogether,orwhySotilloshouldhaveshutyouupatall,sinceitseemstomeyouhavebeenfairlychummyupthere?”
“Yes,Iwonder,”saidthedoctorgrimly.
CaptainMitchell’sheartwassoheavythathewouldhavepreferredforthetimebeingacompletesolitudetothebestofcompany.Butanycompanywouldhavebeenpreferabletothedoctor’s,atwhomhehadalwayslookedaskanceasasortofbeachcomberofsuperiorintelligencepartlyreclaimedfromhisabasedstate.
