""Twa"n"t a nice night. They tried huddling together to keep dry, but "twa"n"t a success because there was always a row about who should be in the middle. Then they kept pa.s.sing personal remarks to one another.
""If the skipper hadn"t been so gay and uppish about choosing Rosy,"
says Julius, "there wouldn"t have been no trouble. I do hate a smart Aleck."
""Who said draw straws?" sputters George, mad clean through. "And who "eld "em? "Ey? Who did?"
""Well," says Teunis, "_I_ didn"t do it. You can"t blame me."
""No. You set there like a b.u.mp on a log and let me and the mate put our feet in it. You old fat "ead! I--"
"They pitched into the cook until he got mad and hit the skipper. Then there was a fight that lasted till they was all scratched up and tired out. The only thing they could agree on was that Rosy was what the skipper called a "viper" that they"d nourished in their bosoms.
"Next morning "twas worse than ever. Down comes the Kanaka with his spear gang and routs "em out and sets "em to gathering breadfruit all day in the hot sun. And at night "twas back to the leaky hut again.
"And that wa"n"t nothing to what come later. The lives that King Rosy led them three was something awful. "Twas dig in and work day in and day out. Teunis had to get his majesty"s meals, and nothing was ever cooked right; and then the royal army got after the steward with spear handles.
Cap"n George had to clean up the palace every day, and Rosy and the queen--who was dead gone on her witch husband, and let him do anything he wanted to--stood over him and found fault and punched him with sharp sticks to see him jump. And Julius had to fetch and carry and wait, and get on his knees whenever he spoke to the king, and he helped up again with a kick, like as not.
"Rosy took back all his own clothes that they"d stole, and then he took theirs for good measure. He made "em marry the three ugliest old women on the island--his own bride excepted--and when they undertook to use a club or anything, he had THEM licked instead. He wore "em down to skin and bone. Jule said you wouldn"t believe a mortal man could treat his feller creatures so low down and mean. And the meanest part of it was that he always called "em the names that they used to call him aboard ship. Sometimes he invented new ones, but not often, because "twa"n"t necessary.
"For a good six months this went on--just the same length of time that Rosy was aboard the Emily. Then, one morning early, Julius looks out of one of the holes in the roof of his house and, off on the horizon, heading in, he sees a small steamer, a pleasure yacht "twas. He lets out a yell that woke up the village, and races head first for the Emily"s boat that had been rowed around from the other side of the island, and laid there with her oars and sail still in her. And behind him comes Van Doozen and Cap"n George.
"Into the boat they piled, while the islanders were getting their eyes open and gaping at the steamer. There wa"n"t no time to get up sail, so they grabbed for the oars. She stuck on the sand just a minute; and, in that minute, down from the palace comes King Rosy, running the way he run from his first wife over at h.e.l.lo. He leaped over the stern, picked up the other oar, and off they put across the lagoon. The rudder was in its place and so was the tiller, but they couldn"t use "em then.
"They had a good start, but afore they"d got very far the natives had waked up and were after "em in canoes.
"""Ere!" screams Cap"n George. "This won"t do! They"ll catch us sure.
Get sail on to "er lively! Somebody take that tiller."
"Rosy, being nearest, took the tiller and the others got up the sail.
Then "twas nip and tuck with the canoes for the opening of the barrier reef at the other side of the lagoon. But they made it first, and, just as they did, out from behind the cliff comes the big steam-yacht, all white and shining, with sailors in uniform on her decks, and awnings flapping, and four mighty pretty women leaning over the side. All of the Emily gang set up a whoop of joy, and "twas answered from the yacht.
""Saved!" hollers Cap"n George. "Saved, by thunder! And now," says he, knocking his fists together, "NOW to get square with that four-eyed thief in the stern! Come on, boys!"
"Him and Julius and Teunis made a flying leap aft to get at Rosy. But Rosy see "em coming, jammed the tiller over, the boom swung across and swept the three overboard pretty as you please.
"There was a scream from the yacht. Rosy give one glance at the women.
Then he tossed his arms over his head.
""Courage, comrades!" he shouts. "I"ll save you or die with you!"
"And overboard he dives, "kersplash!"
"Julius said him and the skipper could have swum all right if Rosy had give "em the chance, but he didn"t. He knew a trick worth two of that.
He grabbed "em round the necks and kept hauling "em under and splashing and kicking like a water-mill. All hands was pretty well used up when they was pulled aboard the yacht.
""Oh, you brave man!" says one of the women, stooping over Rosy, who was sprawled on the deck with his eyes shut, "Oh, you HERO!"
""Are they living?" asks Rosy, faint-like and opening one eye. "Good!
Now I can die content."
""Living!" yells George, soon"s he could get the salt water out of his mouth. "Living! By the "oly Peter! Let me at "im! I"ll show "im whether I"m living or not!"
""What ails you, you villain?" says the feller that owned the yacht, a great big Englishman, Lord Somebody-or-other. "The man saved your lives."
""He knocked us overboard!" yells Julius.
""Yes, and he done it a-purpose!" sputters Van Doozen, well as he could for being so waterlogged.
""Let"s kill him!" says all three.
""Did it on purpose!" says the lord, scornful. "Likely he"d throw you over and then risk his life to save you. Here!" says he to the mate.
"Take those ungrateful rascals below. Give "em dry clothes and then set "em to work--hard work; understand? As for this poor, brave chap, take him to the cabin. I hope he"ll pull through," says he.
"And all the rest of the voyage, which was to Melbourne, Julius and his two chums had to slave and work like common sailors, while Rosy, the hero invalid, was living on beef tea and jelly and champagne, and being petted and fanned by the lord"s wife and the other women. And "twas worse toward the end, when he pretended to be feeling better, and could set in a steamer-chair on deck and grin and make sarcastic remarks under his breath to George and the other two when they was holystoning or scrubbing in the heat.
"At Melbourne they hung around the wharf, waiting to lick him, till the lord had "em took up for vagrants. When they got out of the lockup they found Rosy had gone. And his lordship had given him money and clothes, and I don"t know what all.
"Julius said that Rosy"s meanness sickened him of the sea. Said "twas time to retire when such reptiles was afloat. So he come home and married the scrub-woman at the Bay View House. He lived with her till she lost her job. I don"t know where he is now."
"Twas purty quiet for a few minutes after Jonadab had unloaded this yarn. Everybody was busy trying to swaller his share of the statements in it, I cal"late. Peter T. looked at the Cap"n, admiring but reproachful.
"Wixon," says he. "I didn"t know "twas in you. Why didn"t you tell me?"
"Oh," says Jonadab, "I ain"t responsible. "Twas Jule Sparrow that told it to me."
"Humph!" says Peter. "I wish you knew his address. I"d like to hire him to write the Old Home ads. I thought MY invention was A 1, but I"m in the kindergarten. Well, let"s go to bed before somebody tries to win the prize from Sparrow."
"Twas after eleven by then, so, as his advice looked good, we follered it.
THE ANTIQUERS
We"ve all got a crazy streak in us somewheres, I cal"late, only the streaks don"t all break out in the same place, which is a mercy, when you come to think of it. One feller starts tooting a fish horn and making announcements that he"s the Angel Gabriel. Another poor sufferer shows his first symptom by having his wife"s relations come and live with him. One ends in the asylum and t"other in the poorhouse; that"s the main difference in them cases. Jim Jones fiddles with perpetual motion and Sam Smith develops a sure plan for busting Wall Street and getting rich sudden. I take summer boarders maybe, and you collect postage stamps. Oh, we"re all looney, more or less, every one of us.
Speaking of collecting reminds me of the "Antiquers"--that"s what Peter T. Brown called "em. They put up at the Old Home House--summer before last; and at a crank show they"d have tied for the blue ribbon. There was the Dowager and the d.u.c.h.ess and "My Daughter" and "Irene dear."
Likewise there was Thompson and Small, but they, being nothing but husbands and fathers, didn"t count for much first along, except when board was due or "antiques" had to be settled for.
The Dowager fetched port first. She hove alongside the Old Home one morning early in July, and she had "My Daughter" in tow. The names, as entered on the shipping list, was Mrs. Milo Patrick Thompson and Miss Barbara Millicent Thompson, but Peter T. Brown he had "em re-entered as "The Dowager" and "My Daughter" almost as soon as they dropped anchor.
Thompson himself come poking up to the dock on the following Sat.u.r.day night; Peter didn"t christen him, except to chuck out something about Milo"s being an "also ran."
The Dowager was skipper of the Thompson craft, with "My daughter"--that"s what her ma always called her--as first mate, and Milo as general roustabout and purser.