He stood with his writhing burden wedged between his body and the ladder, and looked up despairingly at the mate.
"I"m afraid I"ve made a mistake," he said in a trembling voice.
The mate struck a match and looked down.
"Take that sack off," he demanded, sternly.
The cook placed his burden upon its feet, and running up the ladder stood by the mate shivering. The latter struck another match, and the twain watched in breathless silence the writhings of the strange creature below as the covering worked slowly upwards. In the fourth match it got free, and revealed the empurpled visage of the master of the Susannah. For the fraction of a second the cook gazed at him in speechless horror, and then, with a hopeless cry, sprang ash.o.r.e and ran for it, hotly pursued by his enraged victim. At the time of sailing he was still absent, and the skipper, loth to part two such friends, sent Mr. James Lister, at the urgent request of the anxious crew, to look for him.
THE WHITE CAT
The traveller stood looking from the tap-room window of the Cauliflower at the falling rain. The village street below was empty, and everything was quiet with the exception of the garrulous old man smoking with much enjoyment on the settle behind him.
"It"ll do a power o" good," said the ancient, craning his neck round the edge of the settle and turning a bleared eye on the window. "I ain"t like some folk; I never did mind a drop o" rain."
The traveller grunted and, returning to the settle opposite the old man, fell to lazily stroking a cat which had strolled in attracted by the warmth of the small fire which smouldered in the grate.
"He"s a good mouser," said the old man, "but I expect that Smith the landlord would sell "im to anybody for arf a crown; but we "ad a cat in Claybury once that you couldn"t ha" bought for a hundred golden sovereigns."
The traveller continued to caress the cat.
"A white cat, with one yaller eye and one blue one," continued the old man. "It sounds queer, but it"s as true as I sit "ere wishing that I "ad another mug o" ale as good as the last you gave me."
The traveller, with a start that upset the cat"s nerves, finished his own mug, and then ordered both to be refilled. He stirred the fire into a blaze, and, lighting his pipe and putting one foot on to the hob, prepared to listen.
It used to belong to old man Clark, young Joe Clark"s uncle, said the ancient, smacking his lips delicately over the ale and extending a tremulous claw to the tobacco-pouch pushed towards him; and he was never tired of showing it off to people. He used to call it "is blue-eyed darling, and the fuss "e made o" that cat was sinful.
Young Joe Clark couldn"t bear it, but being down in "is uncle"s will for five cottages and a bit o" land bringing in about forty pounds a year, he "ad to "ide his feelings and pretend as he loved it. He used to take it little drops o" cream and t.i.t-bits o" meat, and old Clark was so pleased that "e promised "im that he should "ave the cat along with all the other property when "e was dead.
Young Joe said he couldn"t thank "im enough, and the old man, who "ad been ailing a long time, made "im come up every day to teach "im "ow to take care of it arter he was gone. He taught Joe "ow to cook its meat and then chop it up fine; "ow it liked a clean saucer every time for its milk; and "ow he wasn"t to make a noise when it was asleep.
"Take care your children don"t worry it, Joe," he ses one day, very sharp. "One o" your boys was pulling its tail this morning, and I want you to clump his "ead for "im."
"Which one was it?" ses Joe.
"The s...o...b..ry-nosed one," ses old Clark.
"I"ll give "im a clout as soon as I get "ome," ses Joe, who was very fond of "is children.
"Go and fetch "im and do it "ere," ses the old man; "that"ll teach "im to love animals."
Joe went off "ome to fetch the boy, and arter his mother "ad washed his face, and wiped his nose, an" put a clean pinneyfore on "im, he took "im to "is uncle"s and clouted his "ead for "im. Arter that Joe and "is wife "ad words all night long, and next morning old Clark, coming in from the garden, was just in time to see "im kick the cat right acrost the kitchen.
He could "ardly speak for a minute, and when "e could Joe see plain wot a fool he"d been. Fust of all "e called Joe every name he could think of- which took "im a long time-and then he ordered "im out of "is house.
"You shall "ave my money wen your betters have done with it," he ses, "and not afore. That"s all you"ve done for yourself."
Joe Clark didn"t know wot he meant at the time, but when old Clark died three months arterwards "e found out. His uncle "ad made a new will and left everything to old George Barstow for as long as the cat lived, providing that he took care of it. When the cat was dead the property was to go to Joe.
The cat was only two years old at the time, and George Barstow, who was arf crazy with joy, said it shouldn"t be "is fault if it didn"t live another twenty years.
The funny thing was the quiet way Joe Clark took it. He didn"t seem to be at all cut up about it, and when Henery Walker said it was a shame, "e said he didn"t mind, and that George Barstow was a old man, and he was quite welcome to "ave the property as long as the cat lived.
"It must come to me by the time I"m an old man," he ses, "ard that"s all I care about."
Henery Walker went off, and as "e pa.s.sed the cottage where old Clark used to live, and which George Barstow "ad moved into, "e spoke to the old man over the palings and told "im wot Joe Clark "ad said. George Barstow only grunted and went on stooping and prying over "is front garden.
"Bin and lost something?" ses Henery Walker, watching "im.
"No; I"m finding," ses George Barstow, very fierce, and picking up something. "That"s the fifth bit o" powdered liver I"ve found in my garden this morning."
Henery Walker went off whistling, and the opinion he"d "ad o" Joe Clark began to improve. He spoke to Joe about it that arternoon, and Joe said that if "e ever accused "im o" such a thing again he"d knock "is "ead off. He said that he "oped the cat "ud live to be a hundred, and that "e"d no more think of giving it poisoned meat than Henery Walker would of paying for "is drink so long as "e could get anybody else to do it for "im.
They "ad bets up at this "ere Cauliflower public-"ouse that evening as to "ow long that cat "ud live. n.o.body gave it more than a month, and Bill Chambers sat and thought o" so many ways o" killing it on the sly that it was wunnerful to hear "im.
George Barstow took fright when he "eard of them, and the care "e took o" that cat was wunnerful to behold. Arf its time it was shut up in the back bedroom, and the other arf George Barstow was fussing arter it till that cat got to hate "im like pison. Instead o" giving up work as he"d thought to do, "e told Henery Walker that "e"d never worked so "ard in his life.
"Wot about fresh air and exercise for it?" ses Henery.
"Wot about Joe Clark?" ses George Bar-stow. "I"m tied "and and foot. I dursent leave the house for a moment. I ain"t been to the Cauliflower since I"ve "ad it, and three times I got out o" bed last night to see if it was safe."
"Mark my words," ses Henery Walker; "if that cat don"t "ave exercise, you"ll lose it.
"I shall lose it if it does "ave exercise," ses George Barstow, "that I know."
He sat down thinking arter Henery Walker "ad gone, and then he "ad a little collar and chain made for it, and took it out for a walk. Pretty nearly every dog in Claybury went with "em, and the cat was in such a state o" mind afore they got "ome he couldn"t do anything with it. It "ad a fit as soon as they got indoors, and George Barstow, who "ad read about children"s fits in the almanac, gave it a warm bath. It brought it round immediate, and then it began to tear round the room and up and downstairs till George Barstow was afraid to go near it.
It was so bad that evening, sneezing, that George Barstow sent for Bill Chambers, who"d got a good name for doctoring animals, and asked "im to give it something. Bill said he"d got some powders at "ome that would cure it at once, and he went and fetched "em and mixed one up with a bit o" b.u.t.ter.
"That"s the way to give a cat medicine," he ses; "smear it with the b.u.t.ter and then it"ll lick it off, powder and all."
He was just going to rub it on the cat when George Barstow caught "old of "is arm and stopped "im.
"How do I know it ain"t pison?" he ses. "You"re a friend o" Joe Clark"s, and for all I know he may ha" paid you to pison it."
"I wouldn"t do such a thing," ses Bill. "You ought to know me better than that."
"All right," ses George Barstow; "you eat it then, and I"ll give you two shillings in stead o" one. You can easy mix some more."
"Not me," ses Bill Chambers, making a face.
"Well, three shillings, then," ses George Barstow, getting more and more suspicious like; "four shillings-five shillings."