More Cargoes Part 2
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"I forget the word," said Ralph, with strong good sense.
"Don't tell any lies now," said the skipper, flus.h.i.+ng, as he heard a chuckle from the mate. "Go on, out with it. Ill give you just two minutes."
"I forget it," persisted Ralph.
"Dustman?" suggested the mate, coming to his a.s.sistance. "Coster, chimbley-sweep, mudlark, pickpocket, convict washer-wom----"
"If you'll look after your dooty, George, instead o' interferin' in matters that don't concern you," said the skipper in a choking voice, "I shall be obliged. Now, then, you boy, what were you going to say I was like?"
"Like the mate," said Ralph slowly.
"Don't tell lies," said the skipper furiously; "you couldn't 'ave forgot that word."
"I didn't forget it," said Ralph, "but I didn't know how you'd like it."
The skipper looked at him dubiously, and pus.h.i.+ng his cap from his brow scratched his head.
"And I didn't know how the mate 'ud like it, either," continued the boy.
He relieved the skipper from an awkward dilemma by walking off to the galley and starting on a bowl of potatoes. The master of the _Susan Jane_ watched him blankly for some time and then looked round at the mate.
"You won't get much change out of 'im," said the latter, with a nod; "insultin' little devil."
The other made no reply, but as soon as the potatoes were finished set his young friend to clean bra.s.s work, and after that to tidy the cabin up and help the cook clean his pots and pans. Meantime the mate went below and overhauled his chest.
"This is where he gets all them ideas from," he said, coming aft with a big bundle of penny papers. "Look at the t.i.tles of 'em--'The Lion of the Pacific,' 'The One-armed Buccaneer,' 'Captain Kidd's Last Voyage.'"
He sat down on the cabin skylight and began turning them over, and, picking out certain gems of phraseology, read them aloud to the skipper.
The latter listened at first with scorn and then with impatience.
"I can't make head or tail out of what you're reading, George," he said snappishly. "Who was Rudolph? Read straight ahead."
Thus urged, the mate, leaning forward so that his listener might hear better, read steadily through a serial in the first three numbers. The third instalment left Rudolph swimming in a race with three sharks and a boat-load of cannibals; and the joint efforts of both men failed to discover the other numbers.
"Just wot I should 'ave expected of 'im," said the skipper, as the mate returned from a fruitless search in the boy's chest. "I'll make him a bit more orderly on this s.h.i.+p. Go an' lock them other things up in your drawer, George. He's not to 'ave 'em again."
The schooner was getting into open water now, and began to feel it.
In front of them was the blue sea, dotted with white sails and funnels belching smoke, speeding from England to worlds of romance and adventure. Something of the kind the cook said to Ralph, and urged him to get up and look for himself. He also, with the best intentions, discussed the restorative properties of fat pork from a medical point of view.
The next few days the boy divided between seasickness and work, the latter being the skipper's great remedy for piratical yearnings. Three or four times he received a mild drubbing, and what was worse than the drubbing, had to give an answer in the affirmative to the skipper's inquiry as to whether he felt in a more wholesome frame of mind. On the fifth morning they stood in towards Fairhaven, and to his great joy he saw treess and houses again.
They stayed at Fairhaven just long enough to put out a small portion of their cargo. Ralph, stripped to his s.h.i.+rt and trousers, having to work in the hold with the rest, and proceeded to Lowport, a little place some thirty miles distant, to put out their powder.
It was evening before they arrived, and, the tide being out, anch.o.r.ed in the mouth of the river on which the town stands.
"Git in about four o'clock," said the skipper to the mate, as he looked over the side towards the little cl.u.s.ter of houses on the sh.o.r.e. "Do you feel better now I've knocked some o' that nonsense out o' you, boy?"
"Much better, sir," said Ralph respectfully.
"Be a good boy," said the skipper, pausing on the companion-ladder, "and you can stay with us if you like. Better turn in now, as you'll have to make yourself useful again in the morning working out the cargo."
He went below, leaving the boy on deck. The crew were in the forecastle smoking, with the exception of the cook, who was in the galley over a little private business of his own.
An hour later the cook went below to prepare for sleep. The other two men were already in bed, and he was about to get into his when he noticed that Ralph's bunk, which was under his own, was empty. He went upon deck and looked round, and returning below, scratched his nose in thought.
"Where's the boy?" he demanded, taking Jem by the arm and shaking him.
"Eh?" said Jem, rousing, "Whose boy?"
"Our boy, Ralph," said the cook. "I can't see 'im nowhere, I 'ope 'e ain't gone overboard, poor little chap."
Jem refusing to discuss the matter, the cook awoke Dobbs. Dobbs swore at him peacefully, and resumed his slumbers. The cook went up again and prowled round the deck, looking in all sorts of unlikely places for the boy. He even climbed a little way into the rigging, and, finding no traces of him, was reluctantly forced to the conclusion that he had gone overboard.
"Pore little chap," he said solemnly, looking over the s.h.i.+p's side at the still waters.
He walked slowly aft, shaking his head, and looking over the stern, brought up suddenly with a cry of dismay and rubbed his eyes. The s.h.i.+p's boat had also disappeared.
"Wot?" said the two seamen as he ran below and communicated the news.
"Well, if it's gorn, it's gorn."
"Hadn't I better go an' tell the skipper?" said the cook.
"Let 'im find it out 'isself," said Jem purring contentedly in the blankets, "It's 'is boat. Go'night."
"Time we 'ad a noo 'un too," said Dobbs, yawning. "Don't you worry your 'ed, cook, about what don't consarn you."
The cook took the advice, and, having made his few simple preparations for the night, blew out the lamp and sprang into his bunk. Then he uttered a sharp exclamation, and getting out again fumbled for the matches and relit the lamp. A minute later he awoke his exasperated friends for the third time.
"S'elp me, cook," began Jem fiercely.
"If you don't I will," said Dobbs, sitting up and trying to reach the cook with his clenched fist.
"It's a letter pinned to my pillow," said the cook in trembling tones, as he held it to the lamp.
"Well, we don't want to 'ear it," said Jem. "Shut up, d'ye hear?"
But there was that in the cook's manner which awed him.
"Dear cook," he read feverishly, "I have made an infernal machine with clock-work, and hid it in the hold near the gunpowder when we were at Fairhaven. I think it will go off between ten and eleven to-night, but I am not quite sure about the time. Don't tell those other beasts, but jump overboard and swim ash.o.r.e. I have taken the boat. I would have taken you too, but you told me you swam seven miles once, so you can eas----"
The reading came to an abrupt termination as his listeners sprang out of their bunks, and bolting on deck, burst wildly into the cabin, and breathlessly reeled off the heads of the letter to its astonished occupants.
"Stuck a wot in the hold?" gasped the skipper.
"Infernal machine," said the mate; "one of them things wot you blow up the 'Ouses of Parliament with."
"Wot's the time now?" interrogated Jem anxiously.
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