The sounds of a carefully modulated grumble came faintly aft, then the mate, leaning away from the wheel to avoid the galley which obstructed his view, saw that his order had been obeyed.
"Now," said the skipper, quietly, "you must give a perfect scream of horror, mind, and put this on the deck. It fell off as I went over, d"ye see?"
He handed over the slipper he had been wearing, and the mate took it surlily.
"There ought to be a splash," he murmured. "Joe"s awake."
The skipper vanished, to reappear a minute or two later with a sack into which he had hastily thrust a few lumps of coal and other rubbish. The mate took it from him, and, placing the slipper on the deck, stood with one hand holding the wheel and the other the ridiculous sack.
"Now," said the skipper.
The sack went overboard, and, at the same moment, the mate left the wheel with an ear-splitting yell and rushed to the galley for the life-belt which hung there. He crashed heavily into Joe, who had rushed on deck, but, without pausing, ran to the side and flung it overboard.
"Skipper"s overboard," he yelled, running back and putting the helm down.
Joe put his head down the fore-scuttle and yelled like a maniac; the others came up in their night-gear, and in a marvellously short s.p.a.ce of time the schooner was hove to and the cook and Joe had tumbled into the boat and were pulling back l.u.s.tily in search of the skipper.
Half an hour elapsed, during which those on the schooner hung over the stern listening intently. They could hear the oars in the rowlocks and the shouts of the rowers. Tim lit a lantern and dangled it over the water.
"Have you got "im?" cried Ben, as the boat came over the darkness and the light of the lantern shone on the upturned faces of the men.
"No," said Joe, huskily.
Ben threw him a line, and he clambered silently aboard, followed by the cook.
"Better put about," he said to the mate, "and cruise about until daylight. We ain"t found the belt either, and it"s just possible he"s got it."
The mate shook his head. "It"s no good," he said, confidently; "he"s gone."
"Well, I vote we try, anyhow," said Joe, turning on him fiercely. "How did it happen?"
"He came up on deck to speak to me," said the mate, shortly. "He fancied he heard a cry from the water and jumped up on the side with his hand on the rigging to see. I s"pose his bad foot slipped and he went over before I could move."
"We"ll cruise about a bit," said Joe, loudly, turning to the men.
"Are you giving orders here, or am I?" said the mate sternly.
"I am," said Joe, violently. "It"s our duty to do all we can." There was a dead silence. Joe, pushing himself in between Ben and the cook, eyed the men eagerly.
"What do you mean by that?" said the mate at last.
"Wot I say," said Joe, meeting him eye to eye, and thrusting his face close to his.
The mate shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly aft; then, with a regard for appearances which the occasion fully warranted, took the schooner for a little circular tour in the neighbourhood of the skipper"s disappearance.
At daybreak, not feeling the loss quite as much as the men, he went below, and, having looked stealthily round, unlocked the door of the state-room and peeped in. It was almost uncanny, considering the circ.u.mstances, to see in the dim light the skipper sitting on the edge of his bunk.
"What the blazes are you doing, dodging about like this?" he burst out, ungratefully.
"Looking for the body," said the mate. "Ain"t you heard us shouting? It"s not my fault--the crew say they won"t leave the spot while there"s half a chance."
"Blast the crew," said the skipper, quite untouched by this devotion. "Ain"t you taking charge o" the ship?"
"Joe"s about half mad," said the mate. "It"s wonderful how upset he is."
The skipper cursed Joe separately, and the mate, whose temper was getting bad, closed the interview by locking the door.
At five o"clock, by which time they had cleared three ma.s.ses of weed and a barnacle-covered plank, they abandoned the search and resumed the voyage. A gloom settled on the forecastle, and the cook took advantage of the occasion to read Tim a homily upon the shortness of life and the suddenness of death. Tim was much affected, but not nearly so much as he was when he discovered that the men were going to pay a last tribute to the late captain"s memory by abstaining from breakfast. He ventured to remark that the excitement and the night air had made him feel very hungry, and was promptly called an unfeeling little brute by the men for his pains. The mate, who, in deference to public opinion, had to keep up appearances the same way, was almost as much annoyed as Tim, and, as for the drowned man himself, his state of mind was the worst of all. He was so ungrateful that the mate at length lost his temper and when dinner was served allowed a latent sense ot humour to have full play.
It consisted of boiled beef, with duff, carrots, and potatoes, and its grateful incense filled the cabin.
The mate attacked it l.u.s.tily listening between mouthfuls for any interruption from the state-room. At length, unable to endure it any longer, the prisoner ventured to scratch lightly on the door.
"Hist!" said the mate, in a whisper.
The scratching ceased, and the mate, grinning broadly, resumed his dinner. He finished at last, and lighting his pipe sat back easily in the locker watching the door out of the corner of his eye.
With hunger at his vitals the unfortunate skipper, hardly able to believe his ears, heard the cook come down and clear away. The smell of dinner gave way to that of tobacco, and the mate, having half finished his pipe, approached the door.
"Are you there?" he asked, in a whisper.
"Of course I am, you fool!" said the skipper, wrathfully; "where"s my dinner?"
"I"m very sorry," began the mate, in a whisper.
"What?" enquired the skipper, fiercely.
"I"ve mislaid the key," said the mate, grinning fiendishly, "an", what"s more, I can"t think what I"ve done with it."
At this intelligence, the remnants of the skipper"s temper vanished, and every bad word he had heard of, or read of, or dreamt of, floated from his hungry lips in frenzied whispers.
"I can"t hear what you say," said the mate. "What?"
The prisoner was about to repeat his remarks with a few embellishments, when the mate stopped him with one little word. "Hist!" he said, quietly.
At the imminent risk of bursting, or going mad, the skipper stopped short, and the mate, addressing a remark to the cook, who was not present, went up on deck.
He found the key by tea-time, and, his triumph having made him generous, pa.s.sed the skipper in a large hunk of the cold beef with his tea. The skipper took it and eyed him wanly, having found an empty stomach very conducive to accurate thinking.
"The next thing is to slip ash.o.r.e at Wapping, Jack," he said, after he had finished his meal; "the whar"ll be closed by the time we get there."
"The watchman"s nearly sure to be asleep," said Fraser, "and you can easily climb the gate. If he"s not, I must try and get him out of the way somehow."
The skipper"s forebodings proved to be correct. It was past twelve by the time they reached Wapping, but the watchman was wide awake and, with much bustle, helped them to berth their craft. He received the news of the skipper"s untimely end with well-bred sorrow, and at once excited the wrath of the sensitive Joe by saying that he was not surprised.
"I "ad a warning," he said solemnly, in reply to the indignant seaman. "Larst night exactly as Big Ben struck ten o"clock the gate-bell was pulled three times."
"I"ve pulled it fifty times myself before now," said Joe, scathingly, "and then had to climb over the gate and wake you up."
"I went to the gate at once," continued George, addressing himself to the cook; "sometimes when I"m shifting a barge, or doing any little job o" that sort, I do "ave to keep a man waiting, and, if he"s drunk, two minutes seems like ages to "im."
"You ought to know wot it seems like," muttered Joe.
"When I got to the gate an" opened it there was n.o.body there," continued the watchman, impressively, "and while I was standing there I saw the bell-pull go up an" down without "ands and the bell rung agin three times."
The cook shivered. "Wasn"t you frightened, George?" he asked, sympathetically.
"I knew it was a warning," continued the vivacious George. "W"y"e should come to me I don"t know. One thing is I think "e always "ad a bit of a fancy for me."
"He "ad," said Joe; "everybody wot sees you loves you, George. They can"t help theirselves."
"And I "ave "ad them two ladies down agin asking for Mr. Robinson, and also for poor Cap"n Flower," said the watchman; "they asked me some questions about "im, and I told "em the lies wot you told me to tell "em, Joe; p"r"aps that"s w"y I "ad the warning."
Joe turned away with a growl and went below, and Tim and the cook after greedily waiting for some time to give the watchman"s imagination a further chance, followed his example. George left to himself took his old seat on the post at the end of the jetty, being, if the truth must be told, some-what alarmed by his own fertile inventions.
Three times did the mate, in response to the frenzied commands of the skipper, come stealthily up the companion-way and look at him. Time was pa.s.sing and action of some kind was imperative.
"George," he whispered, suddenly.
"Sir," said the watchman.
"I want to speak to you," said Fraser, mysteriously; "come down here."
George rose carefully from his seat, and lowering himself gingerly on board, crept on tiptoe to the galley after the mate.
"Wait in here till I come back," said the latter, in a thrilling whisper; "I"ve got something to show you. Don"t move, whatever happens."
His tones were so fearful, and he put so much emphasis on the last sentence, that the watchman burst hurriedly out of the galley.
"I don"t like these mysteries," he said, plainly.
"There"s no mystery," said the mate, pushing him back again; "something I don"t want the crew to see, that"s all. You"re the only man I can trust."
He closed the door and coughed, and a figure which had been lurking on the companion-ladder, slipped hastily on deck and clambered noiselessly onto the jetty. The mate clambered up beside it, and hurrying with it to the gate helped it over, and with much satisfaction heard it alight on the other side.
"Good-night, Jack," said Flower. "Don"t forget to look after Poppy."
"Good-night," said the mate. "Write as soon as you"re fixed."
He walked back leisurely to the schooner and stood in some perplexity, eyeing the galley which contained the devoted George, He stood for so long that his victim lost all patience, and, sliding back the door, peered out and discovered him.
"Have you got it?" he asked, softly.
"No," replied Fraser; "there isn"t anything. I was only making a fool of you, George. Good-night."
He walked aft, and stood at the companion watching the outraged George as he came slowly out of the galley and stared about him.
"Good-night, George," he repeated.
The watchman made no reply to the greeting, but, breathing heavily, resumed his old seat on the post; and, folding his arms across his panting bosom, looked down with majestic scorn upon the schooner and all its contents. Long after the satisfied mate had forgotten the incident in sleep, he sat there striving to digest the insult of which he had been the victim, and to consider a painful and fitting retribution.
CHAPTER IX.
The mate awoke next morning to a full sense of the unpleasant task before him, and, after irritably giving orders for the removal of the tarpaulin from the skylight, a subst.i.tution of the ingenious cook"s for the drawn blinds ash.o.r.e, sat down to a solitary breakfast and the composition of a telegram to Captain Barber. The first, a beautiful piece of prose, of which the key-note was resignation, contained two shillings" worth of sympathy and fourpence-halfpenny worth of religion. It was too expensive as it stood, and boiled down, he was surprised to find that it became unfeeling to the verge of flippancy. Ultimately he embodied it in a letter, which he preceded by a telegram, breaking the sad news in as gentle a form as could be managed for one-and-three.
The best part of the day was spent in relating the sad end of Captain Fred Flower to various enquirers. The deceased gentleman was a popular favourite, and clerks from the office and brother skippers came down in little knots to learn the full particulars, and to compare the accident with others in their experience. It reminded one skipper, who invariably took to drink when his feelings were touched, of the death of a little nephew from whooping-cough, and he was so moved over a picture he drew of the meeting of the two, that it took four men to get him off the schooner without violence.
The mate sat for some time after tea striving to summon up sufficient courage for his journey to Poplar, and wondering whether it wouldn"t perhaps be better to communicate the news by letter. He even went so far as to get the writing materials ready, and then, remembering his promise to the skipper, put them away again and prepared for his visit. The crew who were on deck eyed him stolidly as he departed, and Joe made a remark to the cook, which that worthy drowned in a loud and troublesome cough.
The Wheeler family were at home when he arrived, and received him with some surprise, Mrs. Wheeler, who was in her usual place on the sofa, shook hands with him in a genteel fashion, and calling his attention to a somewhat loudly attired young man of unpleasant appearance, who was making a late tea, introduced him as her son Bob.
"Is Miss Tyrell in?" enquired Fraser, shaking his head as Mr. Wheeler dusted a small Wheeler off a chair and offered it to him.
"She"s upstairs," said Emma Wheeler; "shall I go and fetch her?"
"No, I"ll go up to her," said the mate quietly. "I think I"d better see her alone. I"ve got rather bad news for her."
"About the captain?" enquired Mrs. Wheeler, sharply.
"Yes," said Fraser, turning somewhat red. "Very bad news."
He fixed his eyes on the ground, and, in a spasmodic fashion, made perfect by practice, recited the disaster.
"Pore feller," said Mrs. Wheeler, when he had finished. "Pore feller, and cut down suddenly like that. I s"pose he "adn"t made any preparation for it?"
"Not a bit," said the mate, starting, "quite unprepared."
"You didn"t jump over after him?" suggested Miss Wheeler, softly.
"I did not," said the mate, firmly; whereupon Miss Wheeler, who was fond of penny romance, sighed and shook her head.
"There"s that pore gal upstairs," said Mrs. Wheeler, sorrowfully, "all innocent and happy, probably expecting him to come to-night and take her out. Emma"d better go up and break it to "er."
"I will," said Fraser, shortly.
"Better to let a woman do it," said Mrs. Wheeler. "When our little Jemmy smashed his finger we sent Emma down to break it to his father and bring "im "ome. It was ever so long before she let you know the truth, wasn"t it, father?"
"Made me think all sorts of things with her mysteries," said the dutiful Mr. Wheeler, in triumphant corroboration. "First of all she made me think you was dead; then I thought you was all dead--give me such a turn they "ad to give me brandy to bring me round. When I found out it was only Jemmy"s finger, I was nearly off my "ed with joy."
"I"ll go and tell her," interrupted Mr. Bob Wheeler, delicately, using the inside edge of the table-cloth as a serviette. "I can do it better than Emma can. What she wants is comforting; Emma would go and snivel all over her."