Joe Wilson and His Mates Part 36
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'Yes,' said Andy.
'He went up among the stars, didn't he?'
'Yes,' said Andy.
'And he isn't coming back to Bobby any more?'
'No,' said Andy. 'But Bobby's going to him by-and-by.'
Mrs Baker had been leaning back in her chair, resting her head on her hand, tears glistening in her eyes; now she began to sob, and her sister took her out of the room.
Andy looked miserable. 'I wish to G.o.d I was off this job!' he whispered to me.
'Is that the girl that writes the stories?' I asked.
'Yes,' he said, staring at me in a hopeless sort of way, 'and poems too.'
'Is Bobby going up among the stars?' asked Bobby.
'Yes,' said Andy--'if Bobby's good.'
'And auntie?'
'Yes.'
'And mumma?'
'Yes.'
'Are you going, Andy?'
'Yes,' said Andy hopelessly.
'Did you see daddy go up amongst the stars, Andy?'
'Yes,' said Andy, 'I saw him go up.'
'And he isn't coming down again any more?'
'No,' said Andy.
'Why isn't he?'
'Because he's going to wait up there for you and mumma, Bobby.'
There was a long pause, and then Bobby asked--
'Are you going to give me a s.h.i.+lling, Andy?' with the same expression of innocent wonder in his eyes.
Andy slipped half-a-crown into his hand. 'Auntie' came in and told him he'd see Andy in the morning and took him away to bed, after he'd kissed us both solemnly; and presently she and Mrs Baker settled down to hear Andy's story.
'Brace up now, Jack, and keep your wits about you,' whispered Andy to me just before they came in.
'Poor Bob's brother Ned wrote to me,' said Mrs Baker, 'but he scarcely told me anything. Ned's a good fellow, but he's very simple, and never thinks of anything.'
Andy told her about the Boss not being well after he crossed the border.
'I knew he was not well,' said Mrs Baker, 'before he left. I didn't want him to go. I tried hard to persuade him not to go this trip. I had a feeling that I oughtn't to let him go. But he'd never think of anything but me and the children. He promised he'd give up droving after this trip, and get something to do near home. The life was too much for him--riding in all weathers and camping out in the rain, and living like a dog. But he was never content at home. It was all for the sake of me and the children. He wanted to make money and start on a station again.
I shouldn't have let him go. He only thought of me and the children! Oh!
my poor, dear, kind, dead husband!' She broke down again and sobbed, and her sister comforted her, while Andy and I stared at Wellington meeting Blucher on the field of Waterloo. I thought the artist had heaped up the dead a bit extra, and I thought that I wouldn't like to be trod on by horses, even if I was dead.
'Don't you mind,' said Miss Standish, 'she'll be all right presently,'
and she handed us the 'Ill.u.s.trated Sydney Journal'. This was a great relief,--we b.u.mped our heads over the pictures.
Mrs Baker made Andy go on again, and he told her how the Boss broke down near Mulgatown. Mrs Baker was opposite him and Miss Standish opposite me. Both of them kept their eyes on Andy's face: he sat, with his hair straight up like a brush as usual, and kept his big innocent grey eyes fixed on Mrs Baker's face all the time he was speaking. I watched Miss Standish. I thought she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen; it was a bad case of love at first sight, but she was far and away above me, and the case was hopeless. I began to feel pretty miserable, and to think back into the past: I just heard Andy droning away by my side.
'So we fixed him up comfortable in the waggonette with the blankets and coats and things,' Andy was saying, 'and the squatter started into Mulgatown.... It was about thirty miles, Jack, wasn't it?' he asked, turning suddenly to me. He always looked so innocent that there were times when I itched to knock him down.
'More like thirty-five,' I said, waking up.
Miss Standish fixed her eyes on me, and I had another look at Wellington and Blucher.
'They were all very good and kind to the Boss,' said Andy. 'They thought a lot of him up there. Everybody was fond of him.'
'I know it,' said Mrs Baker. 'n.o.body could help liking him. He was one of the kindest men that ever lived.'
'Tanner, the publican, couldn't have been kinder to his own brother,'
said Andy. 'The local doctor was a decent chap, but he was only a young fellow, and Tanner hadn't much faith in him, so he wired for an older doctor at Mackintyre, and he even sent out fresh horses to meet the doctor's buggy. Everything was done that could be done, I a.s.sure you, Mrs Baker.'
'I believe it,' said Mrs Baker. 'And you don't know how it relieves me to hear it. And did the publican do all this at his own expense?'
'He wouldn't take a penny, Mrs Baker.'
'He must have been a good true man. I wish I could thank him.'
'Oh, Ned thanked him for you,' said Andy, though without meaning more than he said.
'I wouldn't have fancied that Ned would have thought of that,' said Mrs Baker. 'When I first heard of my poor husband's death, I thought perhaps he'd been drinking again--that worried me a bit.'
'He never touched a drop after he left Solong, I can a.s.sure you, Mrs Baker,' said Andy quickly.
Now I noticed that Miss Standish seemed surprised or puzzled, once or twice, while Andy was speaking, and leaned forward to listen to him; then she leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands behind her head and looked at him, with half-shut eyes, in a way I didn't like. Once or twice she looked at me as if she was going to ask me a question, but I always looked away quick and stared at Blucher and Wellington, or into the empty fireplace, till I felt that her eyes were off me. Then she asked Andy a question or two, in all innocence I believe now, but it scared him, and at last he watched his chance and winked at her sharp.
Then she gave a little gasp and shut up like a steel trap.
The sick child in the bedroom coughed and cried again. Mrs Baker went to it. We three sat like a deaf-and-dumb inst.i.tution, Andy and I staring all over the place: presently Miss Standish excused herself, and went out of the room after her sister. She looked hard at Andy as she left the room, but he kept his eyes away.
'Brace up now, Jack,' whispered Andy to me, 'the worst is coming.'
When they came in again Mrs Baker made Andy go on with his story.
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