You, Carthew--dash me!--You, Mr.
Goddedaal, come below. We've our share before us."
And he cast another glance at the smoke, and hurried
below with Carthew at his heels.
The logs were found in the main cabin behind the canary
cage; two of them, one kept by Trent, one by Goddedaal.
Wicks looked first at one, then at the other, and his
lip stuck out.
"Can you forge hand of write?" he asked.
"No," said Carthew.
"There's luck for you--no more can I!" cried the
captain. "Hullo! here's worse yet--here's this
Goddedaal up to date; he must have filled it in before
supper. See for yourself: "Smoke observed.--Captain
Kirkup and five hands of the schooner CURRENCY
LASS." Ah! this is better," he added, turning to the
other log. "The old man ain't written anything for a
clear fortnight. We'll dispose of your log altogether,
Mr. Goddedaal, and stick to the old man's--to mine, I
mean; only I ain't going to write it up, for reasons of
my own. You are. You're going to sit down right here
and fill it in the way I tell you."
"How to explain the loss of mine?" asked Carthew.
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