"All ready!" yelled back Mr Saunders in reply.
"Let go!" then called out Mr Mackay, the second mate supplementing his cry with a second shout--
"Stand clear of the cable!"
At the same moment, Tim Rooney giving the tumbler a smart stroke with a hammer which he had picked up from off the windla.s.s, the cathead stopper was at once released and the anchor fell from the bows into the water with a great heavy splash, the chain cable jiggle-joggling along the deck after it, and rushing madly through the hawse-hole with a roaring, rattling noise like that of thunder!
CHAPTER FIVE.
CAPTAIN GILLESPIE COMES ABOARD.
"Oh!" I exclaimed at the same moment, drawing back hastily and tumbling over the boatswain, who with Adams was now busy hauling inboard the tackle of the disengaged cathead stopper. "I"m blinded!"
You see, I had been leaning over the bows, watching the operation of letting go the anchor; and, as the ponderous ma.s.s of metal plunged into the river, it sent up a column of spray on to the forecastle that came slap into my face, drenching my clothes and wetting me almost to the skin at the same time.
"Whisht, ma bouchal!" cried Tim Rooney, laughing at my sorry plight as I picked myself up. "One"d think ye"re kilt entoirely, wid all that row ye"r makin"! Ye"ll niver be a sailor, Misther Gray-ham, if ye can"t stand a bit av fun!"
"Fun, you call it?" I rejoined, rather angrily, I must confess, looking down ruefully at my soaking suit. "Why, I"m wet through!"
"Niver moind that," replied he, still grinning, as was also Adams.
"Sure, it"s ownly y"r say chris"nin", though it"s pricious little av the say there is, be the same token, in this dirthy shoal wather alongside av us now."
"But, it is salt for all that," said I, having had an opportunity of tasting it"s flavour, my mouth being wide open when I got the ducking.
"It is just like brine and even more nasty!"
Tim laughed all the more at the faces I made, as I spluttered and fumed, trying vainly to get rid of the taste; for, I had swallowed about half a pint at least of the stuff.
"It ain"t as good as Paydro"s tay that we had jist now, is it?" he observed consolingly. "Thare"s too many did dogs an" cats an" other poor bastesesses in it for that, me bhoy; but, faix, ye jist wait till we gits into blue wather an" out av soundin"s, it"ll be a real trayte for ye to taste it thin."
"I don"t know about that," I answered, getting over my little bit of temper and laughing too, he gave such a knowing wink and looked so comical--as I daresay I did, with all the shine taken out of my new uniform--"I think I"ve had quite enough of it already."
I do not believe I could forget anything, however trivial, that occurred that day, every incident connected with the ship and its surroundings being stamped indelibly on my mind.
The bright February afternoon was already drawing to a close, the sun having set, as usual at that time of year, about half-past five o"clock, going down just as we were in all the bustle of "bringing up;" and, as the Silver Queen had swung with the tide after anchoring, her head now pointing up stream, looking back as it were on the course she had gone over, I had an uninterrupted view from where I stood on the forecastle of the western horizon, with the hazy city still apparent between. I noticed how the warm crimson and orange tints of the after-glow changed gradually to the more sober tones of purple and madder and pale sea- green, marking the approach of evening, a soft semi-transparent mist the while rising from the surface of the water and blotting out one by one the distant objects. It was still light enough, however, to see everything all round near where we were lying, we being then just off the Lobster, midway in the stream, which at that point is about a mile wide, with Gravesend on our left or "port" hand, and the frowning fort of Tilbury guarding the entrance to the river on our right.
All seemed very quiet, as if old Father Thames and those who went to and fro on his broad bosom were thinking of going to sleep; and thus, the shades of night slowly descended on the scene, hushing the spirit of the waters to rest, the ebbing tide lapping its lullaby.
Two other vessels, large merchantmen both, were moored close to ours, and a tug far-away down the stream astern was toiling up wearily against the current with a long string of heavily-laden coal barges in tow, and making but poor headway judging from the long time she took to get abreast of us; while our own gallant little Arrow, which had pulled us along so merrily to our anchorage, was lying-to, about a cable"s length off, waiting to see whether we would require her services any further, blowing off her superfluous steam in the meantime, with a turn of her paddles every now and then to show that she was quite ready for more work.
These were all the signs of life afloat in our immediate vicinity on the whilom teeming, busy tideway; and the sh.o.r.e on either side was equally still, only an occasional light, twinkling here and there like a Will o"
the Wisp, bearing evidence that some people were stirring, or beginning to wake up as the darkness grew, with that topsy-turvy habit which those who live on land have sometimes of turning day into night!
We aboard ship, though, preserved the regular ways of sea-folk; and beyond myself and Tim Rooney, who remained behind on the forecastle, to keep me company more than to act as look-out, I believe, not a soul was to be seen on the upper deck of the Silver Queen during this last half- hour of the first dog-watch, now just expiring.
No, not a soul. For Mr Saunders, the second mate, with Matthews and the other apprentices had started aft to their quarters the moment the anchor had been dropped and all things made snug forwards; Mr Mackay had disappeared from the p.o.o.p, having taken our river pilot down into the cuddy for a gla.s.s of grog prior to his departure for the sh.o.r.e to make his way back by land to the docks he had started from, unless he could pick up a job of another vessel going up, and so "combine business with pleasure," as Sam Weeks remarked to Matthews with a sn.i.g.g.e.r, as if he had said something extremely funny; while Adams and the other two sailors, the remaining hands we had aboard, had likewise proceeded towards the cuddy by the boatswain"s advice to try and wheedle the steward Pedro into giving them some tea, there not being as yet any cook in the ship to look after the messing arrangements of the crew, so that they were all adrift in this respect, having no proper provision made for them.
Then, all was still inboard and out; nothing occurring, until, presently, the same boy I had noticed before, and who I found was helping the steward stowing provisions in the after-hold beneath the saloon, came out from under the break of the p.o.o.p at six o"clock to strike the ship"s bell, or "make it four bells," nautically speaking, in the same way as he had done previously.
I think I can hear the sound now as I heard it that calm evening when we were anch.o.r.ed off Gravesend. The "cling-clang, cling-clang!" of our tocsin, tolling and telling the hour, being echoed by the "pong-pang, pong-pang!" of the merchantman lying near us, and that again answered a second or so later by the "ting-ting, ting-ting!" of the other vessel further away, the different tones lingering on the air and seeming to me like the old church bells of Westham summoning the laggards of the congregation to prayers. Father wasn"t an extreme high churchman, or otherwise I would have said vespers!
After sunset, it grew colder, the wind coming from the eastwards up the open reach of the river; and so, what with my wet things and standing so long on the forecastle I began to shiver. The boatswain noticed this on the sound of the ship"s bell waking him up from a little nap into which he had nearly fallen when things became quiet and I ceased to talk.
"Bedad ye"re tremblin" all over, loike a shaved monkey wid the ag"ey, sure," he said as he yawned and stretched himself, rising from his seat on the knightheads, where he was supposed to be keeping a strict look- out in the absence of the other men from forward. "Why the d.i.c.kens don"t ye go into the cuddy aft an" warrum y"rsilf, an" dhry y"r wit clothes be the stowve there, youngster?"
"I was just thinking of it," I replied.
"Ye"d betther do it, that"s betther nor thinkin"," he retorted; "or ilse ye"ll be catching a cowld an" gittin" them nasty screwmatics as makes me howl av a winther sometimes."
As Tim spoke, I heard a splashing noise in the distance, with the rattling sound of oars moving in the rowlocks; and, looking over the bows to the left, I noticed a large boat rowing rapidly up to us from the direction of Gravesend.
This boat, as it got nearer, seemed to be crammed full of men, its gunwale being quite down to the water"s edge with the weight of its human cargo.
In an instant, the thought flashed through my mind, ridiculous though it was, that the ship was about to be boarded by pirates, my reading for some time past, and especially during the last week or so when I was a.s.sured of going to sea, having been mainly confined to stories of nautical adventure, in which such gentry generally played a prominent part.
"Look, look, Mr Rooney!" I cried stopping my shivering and feeling all aglow with excitement. "Don"t you see that boat there coming towards us to capture the ship?"
"Arrah, don"t make a fool av y"rsilf, Misther Gray-ham," he answered, laughing and taking the matter quite coolly. "It"s ownly goin" to that Yankee astern av us; but the tide bein" on the ebb, in course, they"ve got to make foorther up the strame towards this vessel, so as to fetch their own craft handsomely--d"ye see?"
He was mistaken, however, for the boat approached closer and closer to us, so that the occupants could be clearly distinguished; and, just as it came alongside, a man in the stern-sheets, who had been steering, stood up, still holding the yokelines, and hailed the ship.
"Silver Queen, ahoy!"
"Begorra, it"s the skipper!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Tim, recognising the voice at once; and he then shouted out in a louder tone: "Aye, aye, Cap"en Gillespie, it"s the owld barquy, sure enough. Stand by, an" I"ll haive ye a rhope in a brace av shakes!"
The quiet that had reigned on board now vanished; and all was bustle and activity, the captain"s loud hail having been heard by others besides the boatswain.
Almost before he had time to pitch the promised rope to the bowman of the boat so that it could drop down with the stream under the ship"s counter, Mr Mackay and the pilot appeared again on the p.o.o.p; while the others came out on to the main-deck, ready to receive the new-comers in seaman-like fashion, the second mate and Matthews taking up a position just amidships, abaft of the main-chains, where the side-ladder was fixed, acting as a sort of guard of honour as it were.
First to appear on board, holding on to the side lines which the second mate had thrown over within his reach, and stepping up the narrow and slippery ladder cleats as if he were ascending a comfortable staircase, only pausing an instant on the edge of the gunwale of the bulwarks before jumping down on the deck, was a tall spare man with a thin face and high cheekbones, a long pointed nose being also a most prominent feature. He had very scanty whiskers, too, and this seemed to make his face look thinner and his nose longer, so that the latter resembled a bird"s beak.
This was Captain Gillespie, as I quickly learnt from the way Mr Saunders and Matthews addressed him; Mr Mackay, meanwhile, giving him a cordial salutation from the head of the p.o.o.p, his proper place as the officer in command, until his superior took the reins in his own hand, which as yet the captain did not offer to do.
"I hardly expected you so soon, sir," said Mr Mackay, leaning over the rail. "We brought up earlier than I thought we should, the tide fetching us down in capital time."
"Aye, but I was on the look-out for ye, Mackay, for I told you I"d be aboard almost as you anch.o.r.ed; and, you know, when I say a thing I mean a thing."
"Hear that now?" said Tim the boatswain to me in a loud whisper, he having come down from the forecastle after heaving a rope over to those in the boat, and I following him to where the others were standing on the deck. "Ye"ll soon know owld Jock"s ways. We allers calls him "Sayin"s an" Maynins"; for that"s what he"s allars a-sayin"!"
While the captain was exchanging greetings with the mates and Matthews, my other two fellow apprentices being nowhere to be seen, another thin man followed him up the side-ladder from the boat, who, wearing a thick monkey-jacket, looked a trifle less lean than Captain Gillespie; and to him succeeded a shoal of sailors, nineteen clambering in on board after him.
Tim Rooney did not notice these much, only telling me that the one who came immediately in the captain"s wake was the "say," or channel pilot, who would con the ship for the remainder of her course down the river and to the Downs beyond; and I may add that this individual was the only thin pilot I have ever seen!
Rooney also said that the batch of men brought to complete our crew seemed "a tidy lot;" but when the last man stepped down from the bulwarks, he seemed a little more impressed, not to say excited.
"Bedad," he exclaimed sotto voce to me, "I"m blissid if the skipper ar"n"t picked up that Chinee cook we"d aboard two v"y"ges agone, owld Ching w.a.n.g! There"s his ugly yalle"r face now toorned this way foreninst you, Misther Gray-ham. Begorra hee don"t look a day oulder, if a troifle uglier since I sayed him last!"