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In five weeks Mr. ‘–‘ had spent at least as many thousands of pounds; and still matters were at a stand when, one day, Mr. Tomlinson reported a boat under our quarter demanding speech with us. I went to the side and saw a tall lank-haired man, in a suit of white duck, standing in the stern-sheets with the tiller-lines in his hands.

“No pigtail on me, Cap!” he bawled. “I’m Oliphant Q. Wills, of the American barque Independence: and I want to come aboard.” He pointed to his vessel, which had entered the river soon after us, and now lay, ready for sea, two cables distant from us.

I saw no reason for refusing; and in less than a minute he came running up the ladder, and introduced himself again. “Business,” said he; so I led him to my cabin.

“Hullo!” said he, looking over the floor. “I observe you don’t chew.” He glanced at the stern-window. I opened it. Our talk then ran as follows:

Capt. W.

“I’ve come to trade.”

Self.
“Then you have come, sir, to a very bad ship.”

Capt. W.
“I allowed you would say that. I know all about it, and came in consequence. I never miss a chance.”

Self.
“You wish to buy, of course.”

Capt. W.
“Not at all. I’m here to sell.”

Self.
“What, pray?”

Capt. W.
“A half-hogshead cask of pretty ordinary Geneva: with a Dutchwoman inside.”

Self.
“Now, where on earth could you have picked that up?”

Capt. W.
(spitting out of window). “In latitude 28 degrees; in a flat calm; off a Dutch East Indiaman. The name I have at home on a bit of paper: you shall have it as warranty with the cask. The captain was drunk, and I traded with the mate. I never miss a chance. The mate said nothing of the woman inside. I believe her to be his captain’s wife, preserved for burial ashore. This is painful for me to speak about; for I had the worst of the deal, and such is not my reputation. But I allowed I would sell that cask at a profit if I carried it around for a hundred years.”

Self.
“What do you ask?”

Capt. W.
“Well, I have been enquiring of Mr. ‘–‘, your Chief Factor here; and he tells me that your brother, Mr. Obed Lanyon, was with Cook and Vancouver, and knows the coast from Cape Flattery northwards and round by the Aleutians like the palm of his hand. Now it happens I have business up there among the Russian settlements–part trade, part exploring– I needn’t say more, for the United States’ Government didn’t send me to tell secrets. A man like your brother would be money in my pocket all the way: and at the end of the job I would undertake to deliver him and his wife safely at any American port within reason, with money to take them home like princes, and a trifle over. I’m a square man: and if I weren’t, you couldn’t be in a worse fix than you are.”

“I think,” said I, “if you do not mind waiting a few minutes, we will trade, Mr. Wills.” With this I went on deck and hoisted my private signal for Mr. ‘–‘, who came alongside in less than half-an-hour. He was a practical man, and at once saw the prospect of escape held out by the American’s offer, ridiculous as it may seem to those who know little of Chinese law and custom. Indeed one of the magistrates had frankly appealed to Mr. ‘–‘ to hire a substitute for Margit among the negro women at Macao: and our friend engaged that by spending a few hundred additional dollars he would get the Dutchwoman’s corpse accepted as full discharge for the offence, provided that Mrs. Lanyon could be smuggled out of the Canton River. This Captain Wills readily undertook to do. Mr. ‘–‘ then suggested that his negotiations would be made easier by the disappearance of all implicated in the scuffle–i.e. Mr. Tomlinson and myself, as well as Obed and Mrs. Lanyon. Mr. Findlater, my first officer, could take command and work the Macartney home; and Mr. ‘–‘ engaged to make our case right with the Company, though at the cost to me of the indirect profits which a commander looks to make from a homeward voyage. We discussed this for some while, and in the end agreed to it. Captain Wills, being short-handed, was even generous enough to offer me a small sum for my services in assisting him with the navigation.