I found Tommy and Joyce waiting for me on the platform. The former looked superbly disreputable in a very old and rather dirty grey flannel suit, while Joyce, who was wearing a white serge skirt with a kind of green knitted coat, seemed beautifully in keeping with the sunshine outside.
"Hullo!" exclaimed Tommy. "We were just getting the jim-jams about you. Thought you"d eloped with Sonia or something."
I shook my head. "I never elope before midday," I said. "I haven"t the necessary stamina."
I offered Joyce the bunch, which she took with a smile, giving my hand a little squeeze by way of grat.i.tude. "You dear!" she said. "Fancy your remembering that."
"Well, come along," said Tommy. "This is the train all right; I"ve got the tickets and some papers."
He opened the door of a first-cla.s.s carriage just behind us, and we all three climbed in. "We shall have it to ourselves," he added.
"No one ever travels first on this line except the Port of London officials, and they don"t get up till the afternoon."
We settled ourselves down, Tommy on one side and Joyce and I on the other, and a minute later the train steamed slowly out of the station.
Joyce slipped her hand into mine, and we sat there looking out of the window over the sea of grey roofs and smoking chimney-stacks which make up the dreary landscape of East London.
"Have a paper?" asked Tommy, holding out the _Daily Mail_.
"No, thanks, Tommy," I said. "I"m quite happy as I am. You can tell us the news if there is any."
He opened the sheet and ran his eye down the centre page. "There"s nothing much in it," he said, "bar this German business. No one seems to know what"s going to happen about that. I wonder what the Kaiser thinks he"s playing at. He can"t be such a fool as to want to fight half Europe."
"How is the Navy these days?" I asked. "One doesn"t worry about trifles like that in Dartmoor."
"Oh, we"re all right," replied Tommy cheerfully. "The Germans haven"t got a torpedo to touch yours yet, and we"re still a long way ahead of "em in ships. We could wipe them off the sea in a week if they came out to fight."
"Well, that"s comforting," I said. "I don"t want them sailing up the Thames till I"ve finished. I"ve no use for a stray sh.e.l.l in my line of business."
"I tell you what I"m going to do, Neil," said Tommy. "I was thinking it over in bed last night after you"d gone. If there is any possible sort of anchorage for a boat in this Cunnock Creek I shall leave the _Betty_ there. It"s only a mile from your place, and then either Joyce or I can come down and see you without running the risk of being spotted by your charming pals. Besides, at a pinch it might be precious handy for you. If things got too hot on sh.o.r.e you could always slip away by water. It"s not as if you were dependent on the tides. Now I"ve had this little engine put in her she"ll paddle off any old time--provided you can get the blessed thing to start."
"You"re a brick, Tommy," I said gratefully. "There"s nothing I"d like better. But as for you and Joyce coming down--"
"Of course we shall come down," interrupted Joyce. "I shall come just as soon as I can. Who do you think is going to look after you and do your cooking?"
"Good Lord, Joyce!" I said. "I"m in much too tight a corner to worry about luxuries."
"That"s no reason why you should be uncomfortable," said Joyce calmly.
"I shan"t come near you in the day, while you"re working. I shall stay on the _Betty_ and cook dinner for you in the evening, and then as soon as it"s dark you can shut up the place and slip across to the creek. Oh, it will be great fun--won"t it, Tommy?"
Tommy laughed. "I think so," he said; "but I suppose there are people in the world who might hold a different opinion." Then he turned to me. "It"s all right, Neil. We"ll give you two or three clear days to see how the land lies and shove along with your work. Joyce has got to find out where George is getting that cheque from, and I mean to look up Latimer and sound him about his dinner at Parelli"s. You"ll be quite glad to see either of us by that time."
"Glad!" I echoed. "I shall be so delighted, I shall probably blow myself up. It"s you two I"m thinking of. The more I see of this job the more certain I am there"s something queer about it, and if there"s going to be any trouble down there I don"t want you and Joyce dragged into it."
"We shan"t want much dragging," returned Tommy. "As far as the firm"s business goes we"re all three in the same boat. We settled that last night."
"So there"s nothing more to be said," added Joyce complacently.
I looked from one to the other. Then I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. "No," I said, "I suppose there isn"t."
Through the interminable slums of Plaistow and East Ham we drew out in the squalid region of Barking Creek, and I looked down on the mud and the dirty brown water with a curious feeling of satisfaction. It was like meeting an old friend again after a long separation. The lower Thames, with its wharves, its warehouses, and its never-ceasing traffic, had always had a strange fascination for me; and in the old days, when I wanted to come to Town from Leigh or Port Victoria, I had frequently sailed my little six-tonner, the _Penguin_, right up as far as the Tower Bridge. I could remember now the utter amazement with which George had always regarded this proceeding.
"Are you feeling pretty strong this morning?" asked Tommy, breaking a long silence. "The _Betty"s_ lying out in the Ray, and the only way of getting at her will be to tramp across the mud. There"s no water for another four hours. We shall have to take turns carrying Joyce."
"You won"t," said Joyce. "I shall take off my shoes and stockings and tramp too. I suppose you"ve got some soap on board."
"You"ll shock Leigh terribly if you do," said Tommy. "It"s a beautiful respectable place nowadays--all villas and trams and picture palaces--rather like a bit of Upper Tooting."
"It doesn"t matter," said Joyce. "I"ve got very nice feet and ankles, and I"m sure it"s much less immoral than being carried in turns. Don"t you think so, Neil?"
"Certainly," I said gravely. "No properly-brought-up girl would hesitate for a moment."
We argued over the matter at some length: Tommy maintaining that he was the only one of the three who knew anything about the minds of really respectable people--a contention which Joyce and I indignantly disputed. As far as I can remember, we were still discussing the point when the train ran into Leigh station and pulled up at the platform.
"Here you are," said Tommy, handing me a basket. "You freeze on to this; it"s our lunch. I want to get a couple more cans of paraffin before we go on board. There is some, but it"s just as well to be on the safe side."
We left the station, and walking a few yards down the hill, pulled up at a large wooden building which bore the dignified t.i.tle of "Marine and Yachting Stores." Here Tommy invested in the paraffin and one or two other trifles he needed, and then turning off down some slippery stone steps, we came out on the beach. Before us stretched a long bare sweep of mud and sand, while out beyond lay the Ray Channel, with a number of small boats and fishing-smacks anch.o.r.ed along its narrow course.
"There"s the _Betty_," said Tommy, pointing to a smart-looking little clinker-built craft away at the end of the line. "I"ve had her painted since you saw her last."
"And from what I remember, Tommy," I said, "she wanted it--badly."
Joyce seated herself on a baulk of timber and began composedly to take off her shoes and stockings. "How deep does one sink in?" she asked.
"I don"t want to get this skirt dirtier than I can help."
"You"ll be all right if you hold it well up," said Tommy, "unless we happen to strike a quicksand."
"Well, you must go first," said Joyce, "then if we do, Neil and I can step on you."
Tommy chuckled, and sitting down on the bank imitated Joyce"s example, rolling his trousers up over the knee. I followed suit, and then, gathering up our various belongings, we started off gingerly across the mud.
Tommy led the way, his shoes slung over his shoulder, and a tin of paraffin in each hand. He evidently knew the lie of the land, for he picked out the firmest patches with remarkable dexterity, keeping on looking back to make sure that Joyce and I were following in his footsteps. It was nasty, sloppy walking at the best, however, for every step one took one went in with a squelch right up to the ankle, and I think we had all had pretty well enough by the time we reached the boat. Poor Joyce, indeed, was so exhausted that she had to sit down on the lunch basket, while Tommy and I, by means of wading out into the channel, managed to get hold of the dinghy.
Our first job on getting aboard was to wash off the mud. We sat in a row along the deck with our feet over the side; Tommy flatly refusing to allow us any farther until we were all properly cleaned. Then, while Joyce was drying herself and putting on her shoes and stockings, he and I went down into the cabin and routed out a bottle of whisky and a siphon of soda from somewhere under the floor.
"What we want," he observed, "is a good stiff peg all round"; and the motion being carried unanimously as far as Joyce and I were concerned, three good stiff pegs were accordingly despatched.
"That"s better," said Tommy with a sigh. "Now we"re on the safe side.
There"s many a good yachtsman died of cold through neglecting these simple precautions." Then jumping up and looking round he added cheerfully: "We shall be able to sail the whole way up; the wind"s dead east and likely to stay there."
"I suppose you"ll take her out on the engine," I said. "This is a nice useful ditch, but there doesn"t seem to be much water in it for fancy work."
Tommy nodded. "You go and get in the anchor," he said, "and I"ll see if I can persuade her to start. She"ll probably break my arm, but that"s a detail."
He opened a locker at the back of the well, and squatted down in front of it, while I climbed along the deck to the bows and proceeded to hand in several fathoms of wet and slimy chain. I had scarcely concluded this unpleasant operation, when with a sudden loud hum the engine began working, and the next moment we were slowly throbbing our way forwards down the centre of the channel.
The Ray runs right down to Southend Pier, but there are several narrow openings out of it connecting with the river. Through one of these Tommy steered his course, bringing us into the main stream a few hundred yards down from where we had been lying. Then, turning her round, he handed the tiller over to Joyce, and clambered up alongside of me on to the roof of the cabin.
"Come on, Neil," he said. "I"ve had enough of this penny steamer business. Let"s get out the sails and shove along like gentlemen."