When a man has lost his only son, his summer"s work, and his means of livelihood, in thirty counted seconds, it is hard to give consolation.
"All Gloucester men, wasn"t they," said Tom Platt, fiddling helplessly with a dory-becket.
"Oh, that don"t make no odds," said Jason, wringing the wet from his beard. "I"ll be rowin" summer boarders araound East Gloucester this fall." He rolled heavily to the rail, singing.
"Happy birds that sing and fly Round thine altars, O Most High!"
"Come with me. Come below!" said Penn, as though he had a right to give orders. Their eyes met and fought for a quarter of a minute.
"I dunno who you be, but I"ll come," said Jason, submissively. "Mebbe I"ll get back some o" the--some o" the--nine thousand dollars." Penn led him into the cabin and slid the door behind.
"That ain"t Penn," cried Uncle Salters. "It"s Jacob Boiler, an"--he"s remembered Johnstown! I never seed such eyes in any livin" man"s head.
What"s to do naow? What"ll I do naow?"
They could hear Penn"s voice and Jason"s together. Then Penn"s went on alone, and Salters slipped off his hat, for Penn was praying. Presently the little man came up the steps, huge drops of sweat on his face, and looked at the crew. Dan was still sobbing by the wheel.
"He don"t know us," Salters groaned. "It"s all to do over again, checkers and everything--an" what"ll he say to me?"
Penn spoke; they could hear that it was to strangers. "I have prayed,"
said he. "Our people believe in prayer. I have prayed for the life of this man"s son. Mine were drowned before my eyes--she and my eldest and--the others. Shall a man be more wise than his Maker? I prayed never for their lives, but I have prayed for this man"s son, and he will surely be sent him."
Salters looked pleadingly at Penn to see if he remembered.
"How long have I been mad?" Penn asked suddenly. His mouth was twitching.
"Pshaw, Penn! You weren"t never mad," Salters began. "Only a little distracted like."
"I saw the houses strike the bridge before the fires broke out. I do not remember any more. How long ago is that?"
"I can"t stand it! I can"t stand it!" cried Dan, and Harvey whimpered in sympathy.
"Abaout five year," said Disko, in a shaking voice.
"Then I have been a charge on some one for every day of that time. Who was the man?"
Disko pointed to Salters.
"Ye hain"t--ye hain"t!" cried the sea-farmer, twisting his hands together. "Ye"ve more"n earned your keep twice-told; an" there"s money owin" you, Penn, besides ha"af o" my quarter-share in the boat, which is yours fer value received."
"You are good men. I can see that in your faces. But--"
"Mother av Mercy," whispered Long Jack, "an" he"s been wid us all these trips! He"s clean bewitched."
A schooner"s bell struck up alongside, and a voice hailed through the fog: "O Disko! "Heard abaout the Jennie Cushman?"
"They have found his son," cried Penn. "Stand you still and see the salvation of the Lord!"
"Got Jason aboard here," Disko answered, but his voice quavered.
"There--warn"t any one else?"
"We"ve f"und one, though. "Run acrost him snarled up in a mess o"
lumber thet might ha" bin a fo"c"sle. His head"s cut some."
"Who is he?"
The "We"re Heres"" heart-beats answered one another.
"Guess it"s young Olley," the voice drawled.
Penn raised his hands and said something in German. Harvey could have sworn that a bright sun was shining upon his lifted face; but the drawl went on: "Sa-ay! You fellers guyed us consid"rable t"other night."
"We don"t feel like guyin" any now," said Disko.
"I know it; but to tell the honest truth we was kinder--kinder driftin"
when we run ag"in" young Olley."
It was the irrepressible Carrie Pitman, and a roar of unsteady laughter went up from the deck of the "We"re Here".
"Hedn"t you "baout"s well send the old man aboard? We"re runnin" in fer more bait an" graound-tackle. "Guess you won"t want him, anyway, an"
this blame windla.s.s work makes us short-handed. We"ll take care of him.
He married my woman"s aunt."
"I"ll give you anything in the boat," said Troop.
"Don"t want nothin", "less, mebbe, an anchor that"ll hold. Say! Young Olley"s gittin" kinder baulky an" excited. Send the old man along."
Penn waked him from his stupor of despair, and Tom Platt rowed him over. He went away without a word of thanks, not knowing what was to come; and the fog closed over all.
"And now," said Penn, drawing a deep breath as though about to preach.
"And now"--the erect body sank like a sword driven home into the scabbard; the light faded from the overbright eyes; the voice returned to its usual pitiful little t.i.tter--"and now," said Pennsylvania Pratt, "do you think it"s too early for a little game of checkers, Mr.
Salters?"
"The very thing--the very thing I was goin" to say myself," cried Salters, promptly. "It beats all, Penn, how you git on to what"s in a man"s mind."
The little fellow blushed and meekly followed Salters forward.
"Up anchor! Hurry! Let"s quit these crazy waters," shouted Disko, and never was he more swiftly obeyed.
"Now what in creation d"ye suppose is the meanin" o" that all?" said Long Jack, when they were working through the fog once more, damp, dripping, and bewildered.
"The way I sense it," said Disko, at the wheel, "is this: The Jennie Cushman business comin" on an empty stummick--"
"He--we saw one of them go by," sobbed Harvey.
"An" that, o" course, kinder hove him outer water, Julluk runnin" a craft ash.o.r.e; hove him right aout, I take it, to rememberin" Johnstown an" Jacob Boiler an" such-like reminiscences. Well, consolin" Jason there held him up a piece, same"s shorin" up a boat. Then, bein" weak, them props slipped an" slipped, an" he slided down the ways, an" naow he"s water-borne ag"in. That"s haow I sense it."
They decided that Disko was entirely correct.
""Twould ha" bruk Salters all up," said Long Jack, "if Penn had stayed Jacob Bollerin". Did ye see his face when Penn asked who he"d been charged on all these years"? How is ut, Salters?"