The Ebb-Tide Part 12
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'My name is Att.w.a.ter,' continued the stranger. 'You, I presume, are the captain?'
'Yes, sir. I am the captain of this s.h.i.+p: Captain Brown,' was the reply.
'Well, see 'ere!' said Huish, 'better begin fair! 'E's skipper on deck right enough, but not below. Below, we're all equal, all got a lay in the adventure; when it comes to business, I'm as good as 'e; and what I say is, let's go into the 'ouse and have a lush, and talk it over among pals. We've some prime fizz,' he said, and winked.
The presence of the gentleman lighted up like a candle the vulgarity of the clerk; and Herrick instinctively, as one s.h.i.+elds himself from pain, made haste to interrupt.
'My name is Hay,' said he, 'since introductions are going. We shall be very glad if you will step inside.'
Att.w.a.ter leaned to him swiftly. 'University man?' said he.
'Yes, Merton,' said Herrick, and the next moment blushed scarlet at his indiscretion.
'I am of the other lot,' said Att.w.a.ter: 'Trinity Hall, Cambridge. I called my schooner after the old shop. Well! this is a queer place and company for us to meet in, Mr Hay,' he pursued, with easy incivility to the others. 'But do you bear out ... I beg this gentleman's pardon, I really did not catch his name.'
'My name is 'Uish, sir,' returned the clerk, and blushed in turn.
'Ah!' said Att.w.a.ter. And then turning again to Herrick, 'Do you bear out Mr Whish's description of your vintage? or was it only the unaffected poetry of his own nature bubbling up?'
Herrick was embarra.s.sed; the silken brutality of their visitor made him blush; that he should be accepted as an equal, and the others thus pointedly ignored, pleased him in spite of himself, and then ran through his veins in a recoil of anger.
'I don't know,' he said. 'It's only California; it's good enough, I believe.'
Att.w.a.ter seemed to make up his mind. 'Well then, I'll tell you what: you three gentlemen come ash.o.r.e this evening and bring a basket of wine with you; I'll try and find the food,' he said. 'And by the by, here is a question I should have asked you when I come on board: have you had smallpox?'
'Personally, no,' said Herrick. 'But the schooner had it.'
'Deaths?' from Att.w.a.ter.
'Two,' said Herrick.
'Well, it is a dreadful sickness,' said Att.w.a.ter.
''Ad you any deaths?' asked Huish, ''ere on the island?'
'Twenty-nine,' said Att.w.a.ter. 'Twenty-nine deaths and thirty-one cases, out of thirty-three souls upon the island.--That's a strange way to calculate, Mr Hay, is it not? Souls! I never say it but it startles me.'
'Oh, so that's why everything's deserted?' said Huish.
'That is why, Mr Whish,' said Att.w.a.ter; 'that is why the house is empty and the graveyard full.'
'Twenty-nine out of thirty-three!' exclaimed Herrick, 'Why, when it came to burying--or did you bother burying?'
'Scarcely,' said Att.w.a.ter; 'or there was one day at least when we gave up. There were five of the dead that morning, and thirteen of the dying, and no one able to go about except the s.e.xton and myself. We held a council of war, took the... empty bottles... into the lagoon, and buried them.' He looked over his shoulder, back at the bright water. 'Well, so you'll come to dinner, then? Shall we say half-past six. So good of you!'
His voice, in uttering these conventional phrases, fell at once into the false measure of society; and Herrick unconsciously followed the example.
'I am sure we shall be very glad,' he said. 'At half-past six? Thank you so very much.'
'"For my voice has been tuned to the note of the gun
That startles the deep when the combat's begun,"'
quoted Att.w.a.ter, with a smile, which instantly gave way to an air of funereal solemnity. 'I shall particularly expect Mr Whish,' he continued. 'Mr Whish, I trust you understand the invitation?'
'I believe you, my boy!' replied the genial Huish.
'That is right then; and quite understood, is it not?' said Att.w.a.ter.
'Mr Whish and Captain Brown at six-thirty without fault--and you, Hay, at four sharp.'
And he called his boat.
During all this talk, a load of thought or anxiety had weighed upon the captain. There was no part for which nature had so liberally endowed him as that of the genial s.h.i.+p captain. But today he was silent and abstracted. Those who knew him could see that he hearkened close to every syllable, and seemed to ponder and try it in balances. It would have been hard to say what look there was, cold, attentive, and sinister, as of a man maturing plans, which still brooded over the unconscious guest; it was here, it was there, it was nowhere; it was now so little that Herrick chid himself for an idle fancy; and anon it was so gross and palpable that you could say every hair on the man's head talked mischief.
He woke up now, as with a start. 'You were talking of a charter,' said he.
'Was I?' said Att.w.a.ter. 'Well, let's talk of it no more at present.'
'Your own schooner is overdue, I understand?' continued the captain.
'You understand perfectly, Captain Brown,' said Att.w.a.ter; 'thirty-three days overdue at noon today.'
'She comes and goes, eh? plies between here and...?' hinted the captain.
'Exactly; every four months; three trips in the year,' said Att.w.a.ter.
'You go in her, ever?' asked Davis.
'No, one stops here,' said Att.w.a.ter, 'one has plenty to attend to.'
'Stop here, do you?' cried Davis. 'Say, how long?'
'How long, O Lord,' said Att.w.a.ter with perfect, stern gravity. 'But it does not seem so,' he added, with a smile.
'No, I dare say not,' said Davis. 'No, I suppose not. Not with all your G.o.ds about you, and in as snug a berth as this. For it is a pretty snug berth,' said he, with a sweeping look.
'The spot, as you are good enough to indicate, is not entirely intolerable,' was the reply.
'Sh.e.l.l, I suppose?' said Davis.
'Yes, there was sh.e.l.l,' said Att.w.a.ter.
'This is a considerable big beast of a lagoon, sir,' said the captain.
'Was there a--was the fis.h.i.+ng--would you call the fis.h.i.+ng anyways GOOD?'
'I don't know that I would call it anyways anything,' said Att.w.a.ter, 'if you put it to me direct.'
'There were pearls too?' said Davis.
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