It was so on this occasion with Nigel Roy. As he stood abstractedly gazing at the boatman he fell in love with him--at least he took a powerful fancy to him, and this was all the more surprising that the man was a negro,--a woolly-headed, flat-nosed, thick-lipped n.i.g.g.e.r!
We would not for a moment have it supposed that it is unnatural to love such a man. Quite the reverse. But when such a man is a perfect stranger, has never uttered a word in one"s presence, or vouchsafed so much as a glance, and is gravely, stolidly engaged in the unsavoury work of greasing some of the tackling of a boat, it does seem unaccountable that he should be unwittingly capable of stirring up in another man"s bosom feelings of ardent goodwill, to put it mildly.
After watching him for some time, Nigel under an almost involuntary impulse shouted "Hullo!"
"Hullo!" replied the negro, looking up with a somewhat stern frown and a pout of his thick lips, as much as to say--"Who are _you_?"
Nigel smiled, and made that suggestive motion with his forefinger which signifies "Come here."
The frown fled and the pout became a smile as the negro approached, wiping his hands on a piece of cotton-waste.
"What you want wi" _me_, sar?" he asked.
"Well, upon my word," said Nigel, somewhat perplexed, "I can"t very well say. I suppose something must have been in my mind, but--anyhow, I felt a desire to have a talk with you; that is, if you can spare the time."
The first part of this reply induced a slight recurrence of the frown and pout, but at its conclusion the black brow cleared and the mouth expanded to such a gum-and-teeth-exposing extent that Nigel fairly burst into a laugh.
"You"s bery good, sar," said the man, "an" I"s hab much pleasure to make your acquaintance.--Der an"t no grease on "em now."
The last remark had reference to the enormous black paw which he held out.
Nigel at once grasped it and shook it heartily.
"I"s bery fond ob a talk, sar," continued the negro, "so as you wants one, heabe ahead."
Thus encouraged, our hero began by remarking that he seemed to be preparing for a trip.
"Dat"s zackly what I"s a-doin", sar."
"A long one?"
"Well, dat depends on what you call short. Goin" to Sunda Straits, which p"raps you know, sar, is nigh a hundred miles fro" here."
"And what may you be going to do there?" asked Nigel.
"Goin" home to Krakatoa."
"Why, I thought that was an uninhabited island. I pa.s.sed close to it on my way here, and saw no sign of inhabitants."
"Da"s cause I was absint fro" home. An" ma.s.sa he keeps indoors a good deal."
"And pray who is ma.s.sa?" asked Nigel.
"Sar," said the negro, drawing up his square st.u.r.dy frame with a look of dignity; "fair-play is eberyt"ing wid me. You"ve ax me a heap o"
questions. Now"s my--turn. Whar you comes fro"?"
"From England," replied Nigel.
"An" whar you go to?"
"Well, you"ve posed me now, for I really don"t know where I"m going to.
In fact that is the very thing I have been trying to find out all day, so if you"ll help me I"ll be much obliged."
Here Nigel explained his position and difficulties, and it was quite obvious, judging from the glittering eyes and mobile mouth, that he poured his tale into peculiarly sympathetic ears. When he had finished, the negro stood for a considerable time gazing in meditative silence at the sky.
"Yes," he said at last, as if communing with himself, "I t"ink--I ain"t quite sure, but I t"ink--I may ventur"."
"Whatever it is you are thinking about," remarked Nigel, "you may venture to say anything you like to _me_."
The negro, who, although comparatively short of stature, was herculean in build, looked at the youth with an amused expression.
"You"re bery good, sar, but da"s not what I"s t"inkin" ob. I"s t"inkin"
whedder I dar" ventur" to introdoce you to my ma.s.sa. He"s not fond o"
company, an" it might make "im angry, but he came by a heaby loss lately an" p"raps he may cond"send to receibe you. Anyhow you "d be quite safe, for he"s sure to be civil to any friend ob mine."
"Is he then so fierce?" asked Nigel, becoming interested as well as amused.
"Fierce! no, he"s gentle as a lamb, but he"s awrful when he"s roused--tigers, crokindiles, "noceroses is nuffin" to him!"
"Indeed! what"s his name, and what does he do? How does he live?"
The negro shook his head. "Da"s more"n I dar tell till I ax his leave, sar. I kin only say de peepil around calls "im the hermit ob Rakata, "cause he libs by his self (wid me, ob course, but _I_ counts for nuffin), close under de ole volcano ob Krakatoa. Dey tink--some ob de foolish peepil--dat he hab sold his-self to de dibil, but I knows better. He"s a good man, and you"d hab great fun if you stop wid him.
Now, what I"s a-gwine to advise you is, come wid me an" see de hermit.
If he lets you stop, good. If not, I fetch you ober to de main land--whar you please--an" you kin come back here or go whar you choose. Its wort" your while to take your chance, anyhow."
The negro said this with such an earnest look that Nigel made up his mind on the spot to accept this curious invitation.
"I"ll go!" he exclaimed with sudden energy. "When do you start?"
"To-morrer at daybreak, sar."
"Well, I shall have to talk it over first with my father, but I"m sure he won"t object, so you may look out for me here at daybreak. Shall I have to fetch any provisions with me for the voyage?"
"No, nuffin". Boat"s crammed wi" grub. But you"d better bring a gun o"
some sort an" a "volver, an" a big knife, an" a mortal big appet.i.te, for a man"s no good widout dat."
"I always carry that about with me," said the youth, "whatever else I may leave behind; and I"ll see to the other things.--By the way, what"s your name?"
"Moses."
"Is that all?"
"Isn"t dat enuff?" returned the negro with a look of dignity.
"Quite; but I have the advantage of you there, Moses, for I have two names--Nigel Roy."
"Well, I don"t see much use ob two, but which does you like to be called by--Nadgel or Roy?"
"Whichever you please, Moses; I"ll answer to either. So now, good-bye for the present, and look out for me to-morrow at daylight."