"Slugs and snails and puppy-dogs" tails," was the dreamy answer.
"Thomas, how dare you? I should like to catch the person who taught you such nonsense. I"d teach him!"
"It was Uncle Loveday," remarked the innocent Thomas.
There was an awful pause; which I broke at length by asking to be allowed to go. Aunt Elizabeth saw her way to getting rid of the offender.
"Thomas, you might walk with Jasper over the downs to Lantrig.
It will be nice exercise for you."
"It may be exercise, aunt, but--"
"Do not answer me, but go. Where do you expect little boys will go to, who are always idle?"
"Sleep?" hazarded Thomas.
"Thomas, you shall learn the whole of Dr. Watts"s poem on the sluggard before you go to bed this night."
At this the boy slowly rose, took his cap, stood before her, and solemnly repeated the whole of that melancholy tale, finishing the last line at the door and gravely bowing himself out. I followed, awestruck, and we set out in silence.
At first, anxiety for my mother possessed all my thoughts, but presently I ventured to congratulate Tom on his performance.
"She has read it to me so often," replied he, "that I can"t help knowing it. I hate Dr. Watts, and I love to go to sleep. I dream such jolly things. Sleep is ever so much nicer than being awake, isn"t it?"
I wanted sleep, having had but little for two nights, and could therefore agree with him.
"You get such jolly adventures when you dream," said Tom, reflectively.
I had been rather surfeited with adventures lately, so held my peace.
"Now, real life is so dull. If one could only meet with adventures--"
I caught the sound of wheels behind us, and turned round. We had struck off the downs on to the high road. A light gig with one occupant was approaching us. As it drew near the driver hailed us.
"Hullo! lads, is this the road for Polkimbra?"
The speaker was a short, grizzled, seafaring man, with a kind face and good-humoured mouth. He drove execrably, and pulled his quiet mare right back upon her haunches.
I answered that it was.
"Are you bound for there? Yes? Jump up then. I"ll give you a lift."
I looked at Tom; he, of course, was ready for anything that would save trouble, so we clambered up beside the stranger.
"There was a wreck there yesterday, I"ve heard," said he, after we had gone a few yards, "and an inquest, and, by the tale I heard, a lot of lies told."
I started. The man did not notice it, but continued--
"Maybe you"ve heard of it. Well, it"s a rum world, and a fine lot of lies gets told every day, but you don"t often get so accomplished a liar as that chap--what"s his name? Blessed if I can tackle it; not but what it"s another lie, I"ll wager."
I was listening intently. He continued more to himself than to us--
"An amazing liar, though I wonder what his game was. It beats me; beats me altogether. The "_James and Elizabeth_," says he, as large as life. I take it the fellow couldn"t "a been fooling who brought the news to Falmouth. Didn"t know me from Adam, and was fairly put about when he saw how I took it, and, says he, ""twas the _James and Elizabeth_ the chap said, as sure as I stand here." Boy, do you happen to know the name of the vessel that ran ash.o.r.e here, night afore last?"
I had grown accustomed to being asked this dreadful question, and therefore answered as bravely as I could. "The _James and Elizabeth_, sir."
"Captain"s name?"
"Captain Antonius Merrydew."
"Ah, poor chap! He was lying sick below when she struck, wasn"t he?
And he had a wife aboard, and a child born at sea, hadn"t he?
Fell sick in the Bay o" Biscay, like any land-lubber, didn"t he?
Why, "tis like play-actin"; damme! "tis better than that."
With this the man burst into a shout of laughter and slapped his thigh until his face grew purple with merriment.
"What d"ye think of it, boy, for a rare farce? Was ever the likes of it heard? Captain Antonius Merrydew sick in the Bay o" Biscay!
Ho, ho! Where"s play-actin" beside it?"
"Wasn"t it true, sir?"
"True? G.o.d bless the boy! Look me in the face: look me in the face, and then ask me if it"s true."
"But why should it not be true, sir?"
"Because I am Captain Antonius Merrydew!"
For the rest of the journey I sat stunned. Thomas beside me was wide awake and staring, seeing his way to an adventure at last. It was I that dreamed--I heard without comprehension the rest of the captain"s tale:--how he had come, after a quick pa.s.sage from Ceylon, to Falmouth with the barque _James and Elizabeth_, just in time to hear of this monstrous lie; how he was unmarried, and never had a day"s illness in his life; how, suspecting foul play, he had hired a horse and gig with a determination to drive over to Polkimbra and learn the truth; how a horse and gig were the most cursedly obstinate of created things; with much besides in the way of oaths and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns. All this I must have heard, for memory brought them back later; but I did not listen. My life and circ.u.mstances had got the upper hand of me, and were dancing a devil"s riot.
At last, after much tacking and porting of helm, we navigated Polkimbra Hill and cast anchor before the "Lugger." There we alighted, thanked the captain, and left him piping all hands to the horse"s head. His cheery voice followed us down to the sands.
We had determined to cut across Polkimbra Beach and climb up to Lantrig by Ready-Money Cliffs, as in order to go along the path above the cliffs we should have to ascend Polkimbra Hill again. The beach was so full of horror to me that without a companion I could not have crossed it; but Tom"s presence lent me courage. Tom was nearer to excitement than I had ever seen him; he grew voluble; praised the captain, admired his talk, and declared adventure to be abroad in the air--in fact, threw up his head as though he scented it.
Yes, adventure was in the air. It was not exactly to my taste, however, nor did the thought of my poor mother at home make me more sympathetic with Tom"s ecstasy; so whilst he chattered I strode gloomily forward over the beach.
The day was drawing towards noon. October was revelling in an after-taste of summer, and smiled in broad glory over beach and sea.
A light breeze bore eastward a few fleecy clouds, and the waves danced and murmured before its breath. Their salt scent was in our nostrils, and the glitter of the sand in our eyes. Black and sombre in the clear air, Dead Man"s Rock rose in gloomy isolation from the sea, while the sea-birds swept in glistening circles round its summit. But what was that at its base?
Seemingly, a little knot of men stood at the water"s edge. As we drew nearer I could distinguish their forms but not their occupation, for they stood in a circle, intent on some object in their midst concealed from our view. Presently, however, they fell into a rough line as though making for the archway to Ready-Money Cove. Something they carried among them, and continually stooped over; but what it was I could not see. Their pace was very slow, but they turned into the arch and were disappearing, when I caught sight of the uncouth little figure of Joe Roscorla among the last, and ran forward, hailing him by name.
At the sound of my voice Joe started, turned round and made a slow pause; then, with a few words to his neighbour, came quickly towards me. As he drew near, I saw that his face was white and his manner full of embarra.s.sment; but he put on a smile, and spoke first--
"Why, Jasper, what be doin" along here?"
"I"m going home. Has Uncle Loveday seen mother? And is she better?"
"Aw iss, he"ve a seen her an" she be quieter: leastways, he be bound to do her a power o" good. But what be goin" back for? "Tain"t no use botherin" indoors wi" your mother in thicky wisht state.