"The Swallow"s just come up in the tier," he concluded; "and if you want to see Mr. Fraser, I"ll go and see if he"s aboard."
The skipper agreed, and after exacting renewed a.s.surances of secrecy from both men, waited impatiently in the private bar of the Waterman"s Arms while they put off from the stairs and boarded the steamer.
In twenty minutes, during which time the penniless skipper affected not to notice the restless glances of the landlord, they returned with Fraser, and a hearty meeting took place between the two men. The famished skipper was provided with meat and drink, while the two A. B."s whetted their thirst in the adjourning bar.
"You"ve had a rough time," said Fraser, as the skipper concluded a dramatic recital of his adventures.
Flower smiled broadly. "I"ve come out of it right side uppermost," he said, taking a hearty pull at his tankard; "the worst part was losing my money. Still, it"s all in the day"s work. Joe tells me that Elizabeth is walking out with Gibson, so you see it has all happened as I bargained for."
"I"ve heard so," said Fraser.
"It"s rather soon after my death," said Flower, thoughtfully; "she"s been driven into it by her mother, I expect. How is Poppy?"
Fraser told him.
"I couldn"t wish her in better hands, Jack," said the other, heartily, when he had finished; "one of these days when she knows everything--at least, as much as I shall tell her--she"ll be as grateful to you as what I am."
"You"ve come back just in time," said Fraser, slowly; "another week, and you"d have lost her."
"Lost her?" repeated Flower, staring.
"She"s going to New Zealand," replied the other; "she"s got some relations there. She met an old friend of her father"s the other day, Captain Martin, master of the Golden Cloud, and he has offered her a pa.s.sage. They sail on Sat.u.r.day from the Albert Dock."
Flower pushed the tankard from him, and regarded him in consternation.
"She mustn"t go," he said, decisively.
Fraser shrugged his shoulders. "I tried to persuade her not to, but it was no use. She said there was nothing to stay in England for; she"s quite alone, and there is n.o.body to miss her."
"Poor girl," said Flower, softly, and sat crumbling his bread and gazing reflectively at a soda-water advertis.e.m.e.nt on the wall. He sat so long in this att.i.tude that his companion also turned and studied it.
"She mustn"t go," said Flower, at length. "I"ll go down and see her to-morrow night. You go first and break the news to her, and I"ll follow on. Do it gently, Jack. It"s quite safe; there"s n.o.body she can talk to now; she"s left the Wheelers, and I"m simply longing to see her. You don"t know what it is to be in love, Jack."
"What am I to tell her?" enquired the other, hastily.
"Tell her I was saved," was the reply. "I"ll do the rest. By Jove, I"ve got it."
He banged the table so hard that his plate jumped and the gla.s.ses in the bar rattled in protest.
"Anything wrong with the grub?" enquired the landlord, severely.
Flower, who was all excitement, shook his head.
"Because if there is," continued the landlord, "I"d sooner you spoke of it than smash the table; never mind about hurting my feelings."
He wiped down the counter to show that Flower"s heated glances had no effect upon him, withdrawing reluctantly to serve an impatient customer.
"I"ll go down to-morrow morning to the Golden Cloud and try and ship before the mast," said Flower, excitably; "get married out in New Zealand, and then come home when things are settled. What do you think of that, my boy? How does that strike you?"
"How will it strike Cap"n Barber?" asked Fraser, as soon as he had recovered sufficiently to speak.
Flower"s eyes twinkled. "It"s quite easy to get wrecked and picked up once or twice," he said, cheerfully. "I"ll have my story pat by the time I get home, even to the names of the craft I was cast away in. And I can say I heard of Elizabeth"s marriage from somebody I met in New Zealand. I"ll manage all right."
The master of the Swallow gazed at him in help-less fascination.
"They want hands on the Golden Cloud," he said, slowly; "but what about your discharges?"
"I can get those," said Flower, complacently; "a man with money and brains can do anything. Lend me a pound or two before I forget it, will you? And if you"ll give me Poppy"s address, I"ll be outside the house at seven to-morrow. Lord, fancy being on the same ship with her for three months."
He threw down a borrowed sovereign on the counter, and, ordering some more drinks, placed them on the table. Fraser had raised his to his lips when he set it down again, and with a warning finger called the other"s attention to the remarkable behaviour of the door communicating with the next bar, which, in open defiance of the fact that it possessed a patent catch of the latest pattern, stood open at least three or four inches.
"Draught?" questioned Flower, staring at the phenomenon.
The other shook his head. "I"d forgotten those two chaps," he said, in a low voice; "they"ve been listening."
Flower shifted in his seat. "I"d trust Joe anywhere," he said, uneasily, "but I don"t know about the other chap. If he starts talking at Seabridge I"m done. I thought Joe was alone when I sent in for him."
Fraser tapped his chin with his fingers. "I"ll try and get "em to ship with me. I want a couple of hands," he said, slowly. "I"ll have them under my eye then, and, besides, they"re better at Bittlesea than Seabridge in any case."
He rose noisily, and followed by Flower entered the next bar. Twenty minutes afterwards Flower bade them all a hearty good-night, and Mr. Green, walking back to the schooner with Joe, dwelt complacently on the advantages of possessing a style and address which had enabled them to exchange the rudeness of Ben for the appreciative amiability of Captain Fraser.
Flower was punctual to the minute next evening, and shaking hands hastily with Fraser, who had gone down to the door to wait for him, went in alone to see Miss Tyrell. Fraser, smoking his pipe on the doorstep, gave him a quarter of an hour, and then went upstairs, Miss Tyrell making a futile attempt to escape from the captain"s encircling arm as he entered the room. Flower had just commenced the recital of his adventures. He broke off as the other entered, but being urged by Miss Tyrell to continue, glanced somewhat sheepishly at his friend before complying.
"When I rose to the surface," he said, slowly "and saw the ship drawing away in the darkness and heard the cries on board, I swam as strongly as I could towards it. I was weighed down by my clothes, and I had also struck my head going overboard, and I felt that every moment was my last, when I suddenly b.u.mped up against the life-belt. I had just strength to put that on and give one faint hail, and then I think for a time I lost my senses."
Miss Tyrell gave an exclamation of pity; Mr. Fraser made a noise which might have been intended for the same thing.
"The rest of it was like a dream," continued Flower, pressing the girl"s hand; "sometimes my eyes were open and sometimes not. I heard the men pulling about and hailing me without being able to reply. By-and-by that ceased, the sky got grey and the water brown; all feeling had gone out of me. The sun rose and burnt in the salt on my face; then as I rose and fell like a cork on the waters, your face seemed to come before me, and I determined to live."
"Beautiful," said Fraser, involuntarily.
"I determined to live," repeated Flower, glancing at him defiantly. "I brushed the wet hair from my eyes, and strove to move my chilled limbs. Then I shouted, and anything more dreary than that shout across the waste of water I cannot imagine, but it did me good to hear my own voice, and I shouted again."
He paused for breath, and Fraser, taking advantage of the pause, got up hurriedly and left the room, muttering something about matches.
"He doesn"t like to hear of your sufferings," said Poppy.
"I suppose not," said Flower, whose eloquence had received a chill, "but there is little more to tell. I was picked up by a Russian brig bound for Riga, and lay there some time in a state of fever. When I got better I worked my pa.s.sage home in a timber boat and landed yesterday."
"What a terrible experience," said Poppy, as Fraser entered the room again.
"Shocking," said the latter.
"And now you"ve got your own ship again," said the girl, "weren"t your crew delighted to see you?"
"I"ve not seen them yet," said Flower, hesitatingly. "I shipped on another craft this morning before the mast."
"Before the mast," repeated the girl, in amazement.
"Full-rigged ship Golden Cloud bound for New Zealand," said Flower, slowly, watching the effect of his words--"we"re to be shipmates."
Poppy Tyrell started up with a faint cry, but Flower drew her gently down again.
"We"ll be married in New Zealand," he said, softly, "and then we"ll come back and I"ll have my own again. Jack told me you were going out on her. Another man has got my craft; he lost the one he had before, and I want to give him a chance for a few months, poor chap, to redeem his character. Besides, it"ll be a change. We shall see the world. It"ll just be a splendid honeymoon."
"You didn"t tell Captain Martin?" enquired the girl, as she drew back in her chair and eyed him perplexedly.
"Not likely," said Flower, with a laugh. "I"ve shipped in the name of Robert Orth. I bought the man"s discharges this morning. He"s lying in bed, poor chap, waiting for his last now, and hoping it"ll be marked "v. g.""
Poppy was silent. For a moment her eyes, dark and inscrutable, met Fraser"s; then she looked away, and in a low voice addressed Flower.
"I suppose you know best what is to be done," she said, quietly.
"You leave it to me," said Flower, in satisfied tones. "I"m at the wheel."
There was a long silence. Poppy got up and crossed to the window, and, resting her cheek on her hand, sat watching the restless life of the street. The room darkened slowly with the approach of evening. Flower rose and took the seat opposite, and Fraser, who had been feeling in the way for some time, said that he must go.
"You sail to-morrow evening, Jack?" said Flower, with a careless half-turn towards him.
"About six," was the reply.
"We sail Sat.u.r.day evening at seven," said Flower, and took the girl"s hand in his own. "It will be odd to see you on board, Poppy, and not to be able to speak to you; but we shall be able to look at each other, sha"n"t we?"
"Captain Martin is a strict disciplinarian," said Poppy.
"Well he can"t prevent us looking at each other," said Flower, "and he can"t prevent us marrying when we get to the other end. Good-night, Jack. Next time you see us we"ll be an old married couple."
"A quick pa.s.sage and a safe return," said Fraser. "Good-night."
Poppy Tyrell just gave him her small hand, and that was all. Flower, giving him a hearty grip, accompanied him as far as the door of the room.
He looked back as he gained the pavement, and the last he saw of them they were sitting at the open window. Flower leaned out and waved his hand in farewell, but Poppy made no sign.
CHAPTER XX.
In the rising seaport of Bittlesea Captain Fraser, walking slowly along the quay on the fateful Sat.u.r.day, heard the hour of seven strike from the tower of the old church wedged in between the narrow streets at the back of the town. The little harbour with its motley collection of craft vanished; he heard the sharp, hoa.r.s.e cries of command on the Golden Cloud, and saw the bridge slowly opening to give egress to the tug which had her in tow. He saw her shapely hull and tapering spars glide slowly down the river, while Poppy Tyrell, leaning against the side, took her last look at London. He came back with a sigh to reality: the Swallow had dwindled to microscopical proportions, and looked dirty; Bittlesea itself had the appearance of a village with foolish aspirations to be considered a port, and he noticed, with a strong sense of pity tempered with disdain, the attentions of two young townsmen to a couple of gawky girls in white frocks.
With a feeling that the confinement of the house would be insupportable, he roamed idly about until the day gave place to twilight, and the red eye of the lightship on the horizon peeped suddenly across the water. Bittlesea was dull to aching point; a shirt-sleeved householder or two sat in his fragrant front-garden smoking, and a murmur of voices and s.h.a.g tobacco floated out from tavern doorways. He paced up and down the quay, until the necessity of putting a stop to the vagaries of his crew furnished him with a little wholesome diversion.
In their quest for good beer Mr. Green and Joe had left themselves in the hands of the other members of the crew, and had gone off with them in a body to the Cap and Bells, where, in a most pointed fashion, Mr. Green, who had been regarding the fireman"s complexion for some time with much displeasure, told the boy to go back to the ship and get his face washed.
"He"s all right, ain"t you, Tommy?" said the cook, coming to the rescue.
"Boys ought to keep their faces clean," said Mr. Green, impressively; "there"s nothing more unpleasant than a face what wants washing. You don"t want to grow up like that, do you? Look at it, Joe."
"It might be cleaner," said Joe, thus appealed to, slowly; "likewise it might be dirtier."
"It might be much dirtier," said Mr. Green, emphatically; "anybody with eyes in their "ed can see that."
There was an awkward pause, during which the fireman, with one eye peeping furtively from be-yond the rim of a quart pot, saw both Joe and the cook kick Mr. Green"s foot to call his attention to the fact that his words might be misconstrued by another member of the party.
"I "ate toffs," he said, deliberately, as he placed his mug on the counter.
"They"re all right when you know "em, Charlie," said Joe, who was averse to having the evening spoiled at that early hour.
"A real toff"s bad enough," continued the fireman, "but a himitation one--pah!" He buried his face in the pewter again, and laughed discordantly.
"You go aboard and wash you face, Tommy," repeated Mr. Green. "I should think you"d find plenty o" soap in Charlie"s bunk."
"Do you know what you want?" demanded the fireman, regarding him fixedly.
"I know what you want," said Mr. Green, with a supercilious smile.
"Oh! Wot?" said the other.
The polite seaman rose to his feet and watched him carefully. "A banjo," he replied.
It was not the reply according to time-honoured formula, and Charlie, who was expecting something quite different, was at no pains to hide his perplexity. "A banjo?" he repeated, slowly, "a banjo--a ban----?"
Light came to him suddenly, and he flew at Mr. Green with his fists whirling. In a second the bar was in an uproar, and the well-meant and self-preservative efforts of Joe and the cook to get the combatants into the street were frustrated by people outside blocking up the doors. They came out at last, and Fraser, who was pa.s.sing, ran over just in time to save Mr. Green, who was doing his best, from the consequences of a somewhat exaggerated fastidiousness. The incident, however, afforded a welcome distraction, and having seen Mr. Green off in the direction of the steamer, while the fireman returned to the public-house, he bent his steps homewards and played a filial game at cards with his father before retiring.
They sailed for London the following afternoon, Mr. Green taking a jaundiced view of the world from a couple of black eyes, while the fireman openly avowed that only the economical limitations of Nature prevented him from giving him more. Fraser, a prey to gentle melancholy, called them to order once or twice, and then left them to the mate, a man whose talent for ready invective was at once the admiration and envy of his peers.
The first night in London he spent on board, and with pencil and paper sat down to work out the position of the Golden Cloud. He pictured her with snowy pinions outspread, pa.s.sing down Channel. He pictured Poppy sitting on the p.o.o.p in a deck-chair and Flower coming as near as his work would allow, exchanging glances with her. Then he went up on deck, and, lighting his pipe, thought of that never-to-be-forgotten night when Poppy had first boarded the Foam.
The next night his mood changed, and unable to endure the confinement of the ship, he went for a lonely tramp round the streets. He hung round the Wheelers, and, after gazing at their young barbarians at play, walked round and looked at Flower"s late lodgings. It was a dingy house, with broken railings and an a.s.sortment of papers and bottles in the front garden, and by no means calculated to relieve depression. From there he instinctively wandered round to the lodgings recently inhabited by Miss Tyrell.
He pa.s.sed the house twice, and noted with gloom the already neglected appearance of her front window. The Venetian blind, half drawn up, was five or six inches higher one side than the other, and a vase of faded flowers added to the forlornness of the picture. In his present state of mind the faded blooms seemed particularly appropriate, and suddenly determining to possess them, he walked up the steps and knocked at the door, trembling like a young housebreaker over his first job.
"I think I left my pipe here the other night," he stammered to the small girl who opened it.
"I"ll swear you didn"t," said the small damsel, readily.
"Can I go up and see?" enquired Fraser, handing her some coppers.
The small girl relented, and even offered to a.s.sist him in his search, but he waved her away, and going upstairs sat down and looked drearily round the shabby little room. An execrable ornament of green and pink paper in the fireplace had fallen down, together with a little soot; there was dust on the table, and other signs of neglect. He crossed over to the window and secured two or three of the blooms, and was drying the stalks on his handkerchief when his eye suddenly lighted on a little white ball on the mantel-piece, and, hardly able to believe in his good fortune, he secured a much-darned pair of cotton gloves, which had apparently been forgotten in the hurry of departure. He unrolled them, and pulling out the little shrivelled fingers, regarded them with mournful tenderness. Then he smoothed them out, and folding them with reverent fingers, placed them carefully in his breastpocket. He then became conscious that somebody was regarding his antics with amazement from the doorway.
"Mr. Fraser!" said a surprised voice, which tried to be severe.
Mr. Fraser bounded from his chair, and stood regarding the intruder with a countenance in which every feature was outvying the other in amazement.