"You have come to explain your extraordinary behaviour of this morning, I suppose?" he said, curtly.
"I have come to secure a berth aft," said Captain Nugent. "I will pay a small deposit now, and you will, of course, have the balance as soon as we get back. This is without prejudice to any action I may bring against you later on."
"Oh, indeed," said the other, raising his eyebrows. "We don"t take pa.s.sengers."
"I am here against my will," said Captain Nu-gent, "and I demand the treatment due to my position."
"If I had treated you properly," said Captain Hardy, "I should have put you in irons for knocking down my second officer. I know nothing about you or your position. You"re a stowaway, and you must do the best you can in the circ.u.mstances."
"Are you going to give me a cabin?" demanded the other, menacingly.
"Certainly not," said Captain Hardy. "I have been making inquiries, and I find that you have only yourself to thank for the position in which you find yourself. I am sorry to be harsh with you."
"Harsh?" repeated the other, hardly able to believe his ears. "You-- harsh to me?"
"But it is for your own good," pursued Captain Hardy; "it is no pleasure to me to punish you. I shall keep an eye on you while you"re aboard, and if I see that your conduct is improving you will find that I am not a hard man to get on with."
Captain Nugent stared at him with his lips parted. Three times he essayed to speak and failed; then he turned sharply and, gaining the open air, stood for some time trying to regain his composure before going forward again. The first mate, who was on the bridge, regarded him curiously, and then, with an insufferable air of authority, ordered him away.
The captain obeyed mechanically and, turning a deaf ear to the inquiries of the men, prepared to make the best of an intolerable situation, and began to cleanse his bunk. First of all he took out the bedding and shook it thoroughly, and then, pro-curing soap and a bucket of water, began to scrub with a will. Hostile comments followed the action.
"We ain"t clean enough for "im," said one voice.
"Partikler old party, ain"t he, Bill?" said another.
"You leave "im alone," said the man addressed, surveying the captain"s efforts with a smile of approval. "You keep on, Nugent, don"t you mind "im. There"s a little bit there you ain"t done."
"Keep your head out of the way, unless you want it knocked off," said the incensed captain.
"Ho!" said the aggrieved Bill. "Ho, indeed! D"ye "ear that, mates? A man musn"t look at "is own bunk now."
The captain turned as though he had been stung. "This is my bunk," he said, sharply.
"Ho, is it?" said Bill. "Beggin" of your pardon, an" apologizing for a-contradictin" of you, but it"s mine. You haven"t got no bunk."
"I slept in it last night," said the captain, conclusively.
"I know you did," said Bill, "but that was all my kind-"artedness."
"And "arf a quid, Bill," a voice reminded him.
"And "arf a quid," a.s.sented Bill, graciously, "and I"m very much obliged to you, mate, for the careful and tidy way in which you"ve cleaned up arter your-self."
The captain eyed him. Many years of command at sea had given him a fine manner, and force of habit was for a moment almost too much for Bill and his friends. But only for a moment.
"I"m going to keep this bunk," said the captain, deliberately.
"No, you ain"t, mate," said Bill, shaking his head, "don"t you believe it. You"re n.o.body down here; not even a ordinary seaman. I"m afraid you"ll "ave to clean a place for yourself on the carpet. There"s a nice corner over there."
"When I get back," said the furious captain, "some of you will go to gaol for last night"s work."
"Don"t be hard on us," said a mocking voice, "we did our best. It ain"t our fault that you look so ridikerlously young, that we took you for your own son."
"And you was in that state that you couldn"t contradict us," said another man.
"If it is your bunk," said the captain, sternly, "I suppose you have a right to it. But perhaps you"ll sell it to me? How much?"
"Now you"re talking bisness," said the highly gratified Bill, turning with a threatening gesture upon a speculator opposite. "Wot do you say to a couple o" pounds?"
The captain nodded.
"Couple o" pounds, money down," said Bill, holding out his hand.
The captain examined the contents of his pocket, and after considerable friction bought the bunk for a pound cash and an I O U for the balance.
A more humane man would have shown a little concern as to his benefactor"s sleeping-place; but the captain never gave the matter a thought. In fact, it was not until three days later that he discovered there was a spare bunk in the forecastle, and that the unscrupulous seaman was occupying it.
It was only one of many annoyances, but the captain realizing his impotence made no sign. From certain remarks let fall in his hearing he had no difficulty in connecting Mr. Kybird with his discomfiture and, of his own desire, he freely included the unfortunate Mr. Wilks.
He pa.s.sed his time in devising schemes of vengeance, and when Captain Hardy, relenting, offered him a cabin aft, he sent back such a message of refusal that the steward spent half an hour preparing a paraphrase. The offer was not repeated, and the captain, despite the strong representations of Bill and his friends, continued to eat the bread of idleness before the mast.
CHAPTER XV
Mr. Adolphus Swann spent a very agreeable afternoon after his interview with Nathan Smith in refusing to satisfy what he termed the idle curiosity of his partner. The secret of Captain Nugent"s whereabouts, he declared, was not to be told to everybody, but was to be confided by a man of insinuating address and appearance--here he looked at himself in a hand-gla.s.s--to Miss Nugent. To be broken to her by a man with no ulterior motives for his visit; a man in the prime of life, but not too old for a little tender sympathy.
"I had hoped to have gone this afternoon," he said, with a glance at the clock; "but I"m afraid I can"t get away. Have you got much to do, Hardy?"
"No," said his partner, briskly. "I"ve finished."
"Then perhaps you wouldn"t mind doing my work for me, so that I can go?" said Mr. Swann, mildly.
Hardy played with his pen. The senior partner had been amusing himself at his expense for some time, and in the hope of a favour at his hands he had endured it with unusual patience.
"Four o"clock," murmured the senior partner; "hadn"t you better see about making yourself presentable, Hardy?"
"Thanks," said the other, with alacrity, as he took off his coat and crossed over to the little washstand. In five minutes he had finished his toilet and, giving his partner a little friendly pat on the shoulder, locked up his desk.
"Well?" he said, at last.
"Well?" repeated Mr. Swann, with a little surprise.
"What am I to tell them?" inquired Hardy, struggling to keep his temper.
"Tell them?" repeated the innocent Swann. "Lor" bless my soul, how you do jump at conclusions, Hardy. I only asked you to tidy yourself for my sake. I have an artistic eye. I thought you had done it to please me."