"Do you know Cunnock Creek?" asked Tommy.
"Cunnock Crick!" repeated Mr. Gow. "Why, I should think I did, sir. My cottage don"t lie more than a mile from Cunnock Crick. Is that where you"re makin" for?"
Tommy nodded. "We were thinking of putting in there," he said. "Is there enough water?"
"Plenty o" water, sir--leastways there will be by the time we get up.
It runs a bit dry at low tide, but there"s always a matter o" three to four feet in the middle o" the channel."
This was excellent news, for the _Betty_ with her centre-board up only drew about three feet six, so except at the very lowest point the creek would always be navigable.
"Is it a safe place to leave a boat for the night with no one on board?" inquired Tommy.
Mr. Gow shook his head. "I wouldn"t go as far as that, sir. None o"
the reg"lar boatmen or fishermen wouldn"t touch "er, but they"re a thievin" lot o" rascals, some o" them Tilbury folk. If they happened to come across "er, as like as not they"d strip "er gear, to say nothin" of the fittings." Then he paused. "But if you was thinkin" o"
layin" "er up there for the night, I"d see no one got monkeyin" around with "er. I"d sleep aboard meself."
"Well, that"s a bright notion," said Tommy, turning to me. "What do you think, Neil?"
"I think it"s quite sound," I answered. "Besides, he can help me look after her for the next two or three days. I shall be too busy to get over to the creek much myself." Then putting my hand in my pocket I pulled out Joyce"s envelope, and carefully extracted one of the five-pound notes from inside. "Look here, Mr. Gow!" I added, "we"ll strike a bargain. If you"ll stay with the _Betty_ for a day or so, I"ll give you this fiver to buy or hire another boat with until you can get your compensation out of our German friends. I shall be living close by, but I shan"t have time to keep my eye on her properly."
Mr. Gow accepted the proposal and the note with alacrity. "I"m sure I"m very much obliged to you, sir," he said gratefully. "I"ll just run up to my cottage when we land to get some dry clothes, and then I"ll come straight back and take "er over. She won"t come to no harm, not with Luke Gow on board; you can reckon on that, sir."
He touched his cap, and climbing up out of the well, made his way forward, as though to signalize the fact that he was adopting the profession of our paid hand.
"I"m so glad," said Joyce quietly. "I shan"t feel half so nervous now I know you"ll have someone with you."
Tommy nodded. "It"s a good egg," he observed. "I think old whiskers is by way of being rather grateful." Then he paused. "But what swine those German beggars must be not to have stopped! They must have seen what had happened."
"I wonder what he meant by hinting that they"d done it purposely," I said.
Tommy laughed. "I don"t know. I asked him in the cabin, but he wouldn"t say any more. I think he was only talking through his hat."
"I"m not so sure," I said doubtfully. "He seemed to have some idea at the back of his mind. I shall sound him about it later on."
With the wind holding good and a strong tide running, the _Betty_ scudded along at such a satisfactory pace that by half-past twelve we were already within sight of Gravesend Reach. There is no more desolate-looking bit of the river than the stretch which immediately precedes that crowded fairway. It is bounded on each side by a low sea wall, behind which a dreary expanse of marsh and salting spreads away into the far distance. Here and there the level monotony is broken by a solitary hut or a disused fishing hulk, but except for the pa.s.sing traffic and the cloud of gulls perpetually wheeling and screaming overhead there is little sign of life or movement.
"You see them two or three stakes stickin" up in the water?" remarked Mr. Gow suddenly, pointing away towards the right-hand bank.
I nodded.
"Well, you keep "em in line with that little clump o" trees be"ind, an" you"ll just fetch the crick nicely."
He and Tommy went forward to take in the spinnaker, while, following the marks he had indicated, I brought the _Betty_ round towards her destination. Approaching the sh.o.r.e I saw that the entrance to the creek was a narrow channel between two mud-flats, both of which were presumably covered at high tide. I called to Joyce to wind up the centre-board to its fullest extent, and then, steering very carefully, edged my way in along this drain, while Mr. Gow leaned over to leeward diligently heaving the lead.
"Plenty o" water," he kept on calling out encouragingly. "Keep "er goin", sir, keep "er goin". Inside that beacon, now up with "er a bit.
That"s good!"
He discarded the lead and hurried to the anchor. I swung her round head to wind, Tommy let down the mainsail, and the next moment we brought up with a grace and neatness that would almost have satisfied a Solent skipper.
We were in the very centre of a little muddy creek with high banks on either side of it. There was no other boat within sight; indeed, although we were within three miles of Tilbury, anything more desolate than our surroundings it would be difficult to imagine.
Mr. Gow a.s.sisted us to furl the sails and put things straight generally, and then coming aft addressed himself to me.
"I don"t know what time you gen"lemen might be thinkin" o" leavin"; but if you could put me ash.o.r.e now I could be back inside of the hour."
"Right you are," I said. "I"ll do that straight away."
We both got into the dinghy, and in a few strokes I pulled him to the bank, where he stepped out on to the mud. Then he straightened himself and touched his cap.
"I haven"t never thanked you properly yet, sir, for what you done," he observed. "You saved my life, and Luke Gow ain"t the sort o" man to forget a thing like that."
I backed the boat off into the stream. "Well, if you"ll save our property from the Tilbury gentlemen," I said, "we"ll call it quits."
When I got back to the ship I found Tommy and Joyce making preparations for lunch.
"We thought you"d like something before you pushed off," said Tommy.
"One can scout better on a full tummy."
"You needn"t apologize for feeding me," I replied cheerfully. "I"ve a lot of lost time to make up in the eating line."
It was a merry meal, that little banquet of ours in the _Betty"s_ cabin. The morning"s sail had given us a first-rate appet.i.te, and in spite of the somewhat unsettled state of our affairs we were all three in the best of spirits. Indeed, I think the unknown dangers that surrounded us acted as a sort of stimulant to our sense of pleasure.
When you are sitting over a powder mine it is best to enjoy every pleasant moment as keenly as possible. You never know when you may get another.
At last I decided that it was time for me to start.
"I tell you what I think I"ll do, Tommy," I said. "I"ll see if there"s any way along outside the sea-wall. I could get right up to the place then without being spotted, if there should happen to be any one there."
Tommy nodded. "That"s the idea," he said. "And look here: I brought this along for you. I don"t suppose you"ll want it, but it"s a useful sort of thing to have on the premises."
He pulled out a small pocket revolver, loaded in each chamber, and handed it over to me.
I accepted it rather doubtfully. "Thanks, Tommy," I said, "but I expect I should do a lot more damage with my fists."
"Oh, please take it, Neil," said Joyce simply.
"Very well," I answered, and stuffing it into my side pocket, I b.u.t.toned up my coat. "Now, Tommy," I said; "if you"ll put me ash.o.r.e we"ll start work."
It was about a hundred yards to the mouth of the creek, and with the tide running hard against us it was quite a stiff little pull. Tommy, however, insisted on taking me the whole way down, just to see whether there was any chance of getting along outside the sea-wall. We landed at the extreme point, and jumping out on to the mud, I picked my way carefully round the corner and stared up the long desolate stretch of river frontage. The tide was still some way out, and although the going was not exactly suited to patent-leather boots, it was evidently quite possible for any one who was not too particular.
I turned round and signalled to Tommy that I was all right; then, keeping in as close as I could to the sea-wall, I set off on my journey. It was slow walking, for every now and then I had to climb up the slope to get out of the way of some hopelessly soft patch of mud.
On one of these occasions, when I had covered about three-quarters of a mile, I peered cautiously over the top of the bank. Some little way ahead of me, right out in the middle of the marsh, I saw what I imagined to be my goal. It was a tiny brick building with a large wooden shed alongside, the latter appearing considerably the newer and more sound of the two.
I was inspecting it with the natural interest that one takes in one"s future country house, when quite suddenly I saw the door of the building opening. A moment later a man stepped out on to the gra.s.s, and looked quickly round as though to make certain that there was no one watching. Although the distance was about three hundred yards I recognized him at once.
It was my friend of the restaurant--Mr. Bruce Latimer.