The man called Joe Dermot
paid his score, and went away. The captain and his factotum retired to
the two dingy little apartments which were to accommodate them for the
night.
All through that night, sleeping or waking, Valentine Jernam was
haunted by the vision of a beautiful face, the sound of a melodious
voice, and the face and the voice belonged alike to the singing-girl.
The captain of the 'Pizarro' left his room at five o'clock, and tapped
at Joyce Marker's door with the intention of bidding him goodbye.
"I'm off, Joyce," he said; "be sure you keep your eye upon the repairs
between this and the fifth."
He was prepared to receive a drowsy answer; but to his surprise the
door was opened, and Joyce stood dressed upon the threshold.
"I'm coming to the coach-office with you, captain," answered Harker. "I
don't like this place, and I want to see you safe out of it, never to
come back to it any more."
"Nonsense, Joyce; the place suits me well enough."
"Does it?" asked the factotum, in a whisper; "and the landlord suits
you, I suppose?--and that man they call Black Milsom? There's something
more than common between those two men, Captain Jernam. However that
is, you take my advice. Don't you come back to this house till you come
to meet Captain George. Captain George is a cool hand, and I'm not
afraid of him; but you're too wild and too free-spoken for such folks
as hang about the 'Jolly Tar'.
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