"I shall find a way out of it," said the skipper, confidently. "Meantime, just as an exercise for your wits, you might try and puzzle out what would be the best thing to do in such a case."
His good spirits lasted all the way to Seabridge, and, the schooner berthed, he went cheerfully off home. It was early afternoon when he arrived, and, Captain Barber being out, he had a comfortable tete a tete with Mrs. Church, in which he was able to dilate pretty largely upon the injury to his foot. Captain Barber did not return until the tea was set, and then shaking hands with his nephew, took a seat opposite, and in a manner more than unusually boisterous, kept up a long conversation.
It was a matter of surprise to Flower that, though the talk was by no means of a sorrowful nature, Mrs. Church on three separate occasions rose from the table and left the room with her handkerchief to her eyes. At such times his uncle"s ideas forsook him, and he broke off not only in the middle of a sentence, but even in the middle of a word. At the third time Flower caught his eye, and with a dumb jerk of his head toward the door enquired what it all meant.
"Tell you presently," said his uncle, in a frightened whisper, "Hush! Don"t take no notice of it. Not a word."
"What is it?" persisted Flower.
Captain Barber gave a hurried glance towards the door and then leaned over the table "Broken "art," he whispered, sorrowfully.
Flower whistled, and, full of the visions which this communication opened up, neglected to join in the artificial mirth which his uncle was endeavouring to provoke upon the housekeeper"s return. Finally he worked up a little mirth on his own account, and after glancing from his uncle to the housekeeper, and from the housekeeper back to his uncle again, smothered his face in his handkerchief and rushed from the room.
"Bit on a bad tooth," he said, untruthfully, when he came back.
Captain Barber eyed him fiercely, but Mrs. Church regarded him with compa.s.sionate interest, and, having got the conversation upon such a safe subject, kept it there until the meal was finished.
"What"s it all about?" enquired Flower, as, tea finished, Captain Barber carried his chair to the extreme end of the garden and beckoned his nephew to do likewise.
"You"re the cause of it," said Captain Barber, severely.
"Me?" said Flower, in surprise.
"You know that little plan I told you of when you was down here?" said the other.
His nephew nodded.
"It came off," groaned Captain Barber. "I"ve got news for you as"ll make you dance for joy."
"I"ve got a bad foot," said Flower, paling.
"Never mind about your foot," said his uncle, regarding him fixedly. "Your banns are up."
"Up! Up where?" gasped Flower.
"Why--in the church," said the other, staring at him; "where do you think? I got the old lady"s consent day before yesterday, and had "em put up at once."
"Is she dead, then?" enquired his nephew, in a voice the hollowness of which befitted the question.
"How the devil could she be?" returned his uncle, staring at him.
"No, I didn"t think of that," said Flower; "of course, she couldn"t give her consent, could she--not if she was dead, I mean."
Captain Barber drew his chair back and looked at him. "His joy has turned his brain," he said, with conviction.
"No, it"s my foot," said Flower, rallying. "I"ve had no sleep with it. I"m delighted! Delighted! After all these years."
"You owe it to me," said his uncle, with a satisfied air. "I generally see my way clear to what I want, and generally get it, too. I"ve played Mrs. Banks and Mrs. Church agin one another without their knowing it. Both "elpless in my hands, they was."
"But what"s the matter with Mrs. Church?" said his depressed nephew.
"Oh, that"s the worst of it," said Uncle Barber, shaking his head. "While I was in play, that pore woman must have thought I was in earnest. She don"t say nothing. Not a word, and the efforts she makes to control her feelings is n.o.ble."
"Have you told her she has got to go then?" enquired Flower.
Captain Barber shook his head. "Mrs. Banks saved me that trouble," he said, grimly.
"But she can"t take notice from Mrs. Banks," said Flower, "it"ll have to come from you."
"All in good time," said Captain Barber, wiping his face. "As I"ve done all this for you, I was going to let you tell her."
"Me!" said Flower, with emphasis.
"Certainly," said Captain Barber, with more emphasis still. "Just get her to yourself on the quiet and allude to it casual. Then after that bring the subject up when I"m in the room. As it"s to make room for you and your wife, you might fix the date for "er to go. That"ll be the best way to do it."
"It seems to me it is rather hard on her," said his nephew, compa.s.sionately; "perhaps we had better wait a little longer."
"Certainly not," said Captain Barber, sharply; "don"t I tell you your banns are up. You"re to be asked in church first time next Sunday, You"ll both live with me as agreed, and I"m going to make over three o" the cottages to you and a half-share in the ship. The rest you"ll have to wait for. Why don"t you look cheerful? You ought to."
"I"m cheerful enough," said Flower, recovering himself. "I"m thinking of you."
"Me?" said his uncle.
"You and Mrs. Church," said his nephew. "So far as I can see, you"ve committed yourself."
"I can manage," said Uncle Barber. "I"ve always been master in my own house. Now you"d better step round and see the bride that is to be."
"Well, you be careful," said his nephew, warningly.
"I"m coming, too," said Captain Barber, with some haste; "there"s no need to stay and wait for trouble. When you go into the house, come back as though you"d forgotten something, and sing out to me that you want me to come too--hard enough for "er to hear, mind."
CHAPTER VIII.
The bewildered master of the Foam spent the remainder of the time at Seabridge in a species of waking nightmare.
A grey-haired dressmaker and a small apprentice sat in the Banks" best parlour, and from a chaos of brown paper patterns stuck over with pins a silk dress of surpa.s.sing beauty began slowly to emerge. As a great concession Flower was allowed to feel the material, and even to rub it between his finger and thumb in imitation of Captain Barber, who was so p.r.o.ne to the exercise that a small piece was cut for his especial delectation. A colour of unwonted softness glowed in the cheek of Elizabeth and an air of engaging timidity tempered her interview with Flower, who had to run the gauntlet of much friendly criticism on the part of his fair neighbours.
Up to the time of sailing for London again the allusion to Mrs. Church"s departure, desired by Captain Barber, had not been made by the younger man. The housekeeper was still in possession, and shook hands with him at the front door as he limped slowly off with Miss Banks and his uncle to go down to the schooner. His foot was still very bad, so bad that he stumbled three times on the way to the quay despite the a.s.sistance afforded by the arm of his betrothed.
"Seems to be no power in it," he said smiling faintly; "but I daresay it"ll be all right by the time. I get back."
He shook hands with Captain Barber and, as a tribute to conventionality, kissed Miss Banks. The last the two saw of him, he was standing at the wheel waving his handkerchief. They waved their own in return, and as the Foam drew rapidly away gave a final farewell and departed.
"What"s the game with the foot?" enquired the mate, in a low voice.
"Tell you by-and-by," said the skipper; "it"s far from well, but even if it wasn"t I should pretend it was bad. I suppose that doesn"t suggest anything to you?"
The mate shook his head.
"Can you see any way out of it?" enquired the other. "What would you do if you were in my place?"
"Marry the girl I wanted to marry," said the mate, st.u.r.dily, "and not trouble about anything else."
"And lose thirteen cottages and this ship and my berth in the bargain," said the skipper. "Now you try and think of some other way, and if you haven"t thought of it by dinner-time, I"ll tell you what I"m going to do."
No other scheme having suggested itself to the mate by the time that meal arrived, he prepared to play the part of listener. The skipper, after carefully closing both the door and the skylight, prepared to speak.
"I"m in a desperate fix, Jack, that you"ll admit," he said, by way of preparation.
The mate cordially agreed with him.
"There"s Poppy down at Poplar, Matilda at Chelsea, and Elizabeth at Seabridge," continued Flower, indicating various points on the table with his finger as he spoke. "Some men would give up in despair, but I"ve thought of a way out of it. I"ve never got into a corner I couldn"t get out of yet."
"You want a little help though sometimes," said Fraser.
"All part of my plans," rejoined Flower, airily. "If it hadn"t been for my uncle"s interference I should have been all right. A man"s no business to be so officious. As it is, I"ve got to do something decided."
"If I were you," interrupted Fraser, "I should go to Captain Barber and tell him straight and plain how the thing stands. You needn"t mention anything about Miss Tipping. Tell him about the other, and that you intend to marry her. It"ll be beat in the long run, and fairer to Miss Tyrell, too."
"You don"t know my uncle as well as I do," retorted the skipper. "He"s as obstinate an old fool as ever breathed. If I did as you say I should lose everything. Now, I"ll tell you what I"m going to do:--To-night, during your watch, I shall come up on deck and stand on the side of the ship to look at something in the water, when I shall suddenly hear a shout."
The mate, who had a piece of dumpling on his fork, half-way to his mouth, put it down again and regarded him open-mouthed.
"My foot," continued the skipper, in surprisingly even tones, answering his subject, "will then give way and I shall fall overboard."
The mate was about to speak, but the skipper, gazing in a rapt manner before him, waved him into silence.
"You will alarm the crew and pitch a life-belt overboard," he continued; "you will then back sails and lower the boat."
"You"d better take the lifebelt with you, hadn"t you?" enquired the mate, anxiously.
"I shall be picked up by a Norwegian barque, bound for China," continued the skipper, ignoring the interruption; "I shall be away at least six months, perhaps more, according as things turn out."
The mate pushed his scarcely tasted dinner from him, and got up from the table. It was quite evident to him that the skipper"s love affairs had turned his brain.
"By the time I get back, Matilda"ll have ceased from troubling, anyway," said the skipper, "and I have strong hopes that Elizabeth"ll take Gibson. I shall stay away long enough to give her a fair chance, anyway."
"But s"pose you get drowned before anything can pick you up!" suggested the mate, feebly.
"Drowned?" repeated the skipper. "Why, you didn"t think I was really going overboard, did you? I shall be locked up in my state-room."
The mate"s brow cleared and then darkened again, suddenly. "I see, some more lies for me to tell, I suppose," he said, angrily.
"After you"ve raised the alarm and failed to recover the body," said the skipper, with relish, "you"ll lock my door and put the key in your pocket. That would be the proper thing to do if I really did go overboard, you know, and when we get to London I"ll just slip quietly ash.o.r.e."
The mate came back to his dinner and finished it in silence, while the skipper kept up a rambling fire of instructions for his future guidance.
"And what about Miss Tyrell?" said the mate, at length. "Is she to know?"
"Certainly not," said Flower, sharply. "I wouldn"t have her know for anything. You"re the only person to know, Jack. You"ll have to break the news to "em all, and mind you do it gently, so as not to cause more grief than you can help."
"I won"t do it at all," said the mate.
"Yes, you will," said Flower, "and if Matilda or her mother come down again, show it to "em in the paper. Then they"ll know it"ll be no good worrying Cap"n Flower again. If they see it in the paper they"ll know it"s true; it"s sure to be in the local papers, and in the London ones, too, very likely. I should think it would; the master of a vessel!"
Fraser being in no mood to regard this vanity complacently, went up on deck and declined to have anything to do with the matter. He maintained this att.i.tude of immovable virtue until tea-time, by which time Flower"s entreaties had so won upon him that he was reluctantly compelled to admit that it seemed to be the only thing possible in the circ.u.mstances, and more reluctantly still to promise his aid to the most unscrupulous extent possible.
"I"ll write to you when I"m fixed up," said the skipper, "giving you my new name and address. You"re the only person I shall be able to keep touch with. I shall have to rely upon you for everything. If it wasn"t for you I should be dead to the world."
"I know what you"ll do as well as possible," said Fraser; "you"ve got nothing to do for six months, and you"ll be getting into some more engagements."
"I don"t think you have any call to say that, Jack," remarked Flower, with some dignity.
"Well, I wish it was well over," said the mate, despondently. "What are you going to do for money?"
"I drew out 40 to get married with--furniture and things," said Flower; "that"ll go overboard with me, of course. I"m doing all this for Poppy"s sake more than my own, and I want you to go up and see her every trip, and let me know how she is. She mightn"t care what happened to her if she thinks I"m gone, and she might marry somebody else in desperation."
"I don"t care about facing her," said Fraser, bitterly; "it"s a shady business altogether."
"It"s for her sake," repeated Flower, calmly, "Take on old Ben as mate, and ship another hand forward."
The mate ended the subject by going to his bunk and turning in; the skipper, who realised that he himself would have plenty of time for sleep, went on deck and sat silently smoking. Old Ben was at the wheel, and the skipper felt a glow of self-rightousness as he thought of the rise in life he was about to give the poor fellow.
At eight o"clock the mate relieved Ben, and the skipper with a view of keeping up appearances announced his intention of turning in for a bit.
The sun went down behind clouds of smoky red, but the light of the summer evening lasted for some time after. Then darkness came down over the sea, and it was desolate except for the sidelights of distant craft. The mate drew out his watch and by the light of the binnacle-lamp, saw that it was ten minutes to ten. At the same moment he heard somebody moving about forward.
"Who"s that for"ard?" he cried, smartly.
"Me, sir," answered Joe"s voice. "I"m a bit wakeful, and it"s stiflin" "ot down below."
The mate hesitated, and then, glancing at the open skylight, saw the skipper, who was standing on the table.
"Send him below," said the latter, in a sharp whisper.
"You"d better get below, Joe," said the mate.
"W"y, I ain"t doin" no "arm, sir," said Joe, in surprise.
"Get below," said the mate, sharply. "Do you hear?--get below. You"ll be sleeping in your watch if you don"t sleep now."