Dialstone Lane

Chapter 28

"Here"s to our next meal on sh.o.r.e," said Mr. Chalk, raising his gla.s.s and nodding solemnly at Edward.

"That will be tea for me," said the latter. "I shall come back here, I expect, and take a solitary cup to your memory. Let me have a word as soon as you can."

"You ought to get a cable from Sydney in about six or seven months,"

said his father.

His son nodded. "Don"t trouble about any expressions of affection," he urged; "they"d come expensive. If you find me dead of overwork when you come back--"



"I shall contest the certificate," said his father, with unwonted frivolity.

"I wonder how we shall sleep to-night?" said Mrs. Stobell, with a little shiver. "Fancy, only a few planks between us and the water!"

"That won"t keep me awake," said Mrs. Chalk, decidedly; "but I shouldn"t sleep a wink if I had left my girls in the house, the same as you have.

I should lie awake all night wondering what tricks they"d be up to."

"But you"ve left your house unprotected," said Mrs. Stobell.

"The house won"t run away," retorted her friend, "and I"ve sent all my valuables to the bank and to friends to take care of, and had all my carpets taken up and beaten and warehoused. I can"t imagine what Mr.

Stobell was thinking of not to let you do the same."

"There"s a lot as would like to know what I"m thinking of sometimes,"

remarked Mr. Stobell, with a satisfied air.

Mrs. Chalk glanced at him superciliously, but, remembering that he was her host, refrained from the only comments she felt to be suitable to the occasion. Under the tactful guidance of Edward Tredgold the conversation was led to shipwrecks, fires at sea, and other subjects of the kind comforting to the landsman, Mr. Chalk favouring them with a tale of a giant octopus, culled from Captain Bowers"s collection, which made Mrs. Stobell"s eyes dilate with horror.

"You won"t see any octopuses," said her husband. "You needn"t worry about them."

He got up from the table, and crossing to the window stood with his hands behind his back, smoking one of the "King of Hanover"s" cigars.

"Very good smoke this," he said, taking the cigar from his mouth and inspecting it critically. "I think I"ll take a box or two with me."

"Just what I was thinking," said Mr. Jasper Tredgold. "Let"s go down and see the landlord."

Mr. Stobell followed him slowly from the room, leaving Mr. Chalk and Edward to entertain the ladies. The former gentleman, clad in a neat serge suit, an open collar, and a knotted necktie, leaned back in his chair, puffing contentedly at one of the cigars which had excited the encomiums of his friends. He was just about to help himself to a little, more champagne when Mr. Stobell, reappearing at the door, requested him to come and give them the benefit of his opinion in the matter of cigars.

"They don"t seem up to sample," he said, with a growl; "and you"re a good judge of a cigar."

Mr. Chalk rose and followed him downstairs, where, to his great astonishment, he was at once seized by Mr. Tredgold and led outside.

"Anything wrong?" he demanded.

"We must get to the ship at once," said Tredgold, in an excited whisper.

"The men!"

Mr. Chalk, much startled, clapped his hands to his head and spoke of going back for his hat.

"Never mind about your hat," said Stobell, impatiently; "we haven"t got ours either."

He took Mr. Chalk"s other arm and started off at a rapid pace.

"What is the matter?" inquired Mr. Chalk, looking from one to the other.

"Message from Captain Brisket to go on board at once, or he won"t be answerable for the consequences," replied Tredgold, in a thrilling whisper; "and, above all, to bring Mr. Chalk to quiet the men."

Mr. Chalk turned a ghastly white. "Is it mutiny?" he faltered.

"Already?"

"Something o" the sort," said Stobell.

Despite his friend"s great strength, Mr. Chalk for one moment almost brought him to a standstill. Then, in a tremulous voice, he spoke of going to the police.

"We don"t want the police," said Tredgold, sharply. "If you"re afraid, Chalk, you"d better go back and stay with the ladies while we settle the affair."

Mr. Chalk flushed, and holding his head erect said no more. Mr. Duckett and a waterman were waiting for them at the stairs, and, barely giving them time to jump in, pushed off and pulled with rapid strokes to the schooner. Mr. Chalk"s heart failed him as they drew near and he saw men moving rapidly about her deck. His last thoughts as he clambered over the side were of his wife.

In blissful ignorance of his proceedings, Mrs. Chalk, having adjusted her cap in the gla.s.s and drawn on her gloves, sat patiently awaiting his return. She even drew a good-natured comparison between the time spent on choosing cigars and bonnets.

"There"s plenty of time," she said, in reply to an uneasy remark of Mrs.

Stobell"s. "It"s only just three, and we don"t sail until four. What is that horrid, clanking noise?"

"Some craft getting up her anchor," said Edward, going to the window and leaning out. "WHY! HALLOA!"

"What"s the matter?" said both ladies.

Edward drew in his head and regarded them with an expression of some bewilderment.

"It"s the Fair Emily," he said, slowly, "and she"s hoisting her sails."

"Just trying the machinery to see that it"s all right, I suppose," said Mrs. Chalk. "My husband said that Captain Brisket is a very careful man."

Edward Tredgold made no reply. He glanced first at three hats standing in a row on the sideboard, and then at the ladies as they came to the window, and gazed with innocent curiosity at the schooner. Even as they looked she drew slowly ahead, and a boat piled up with luggage, which had been lying the other side of her, became visible. Mrs. Chalk gazed at it in stupefaction.

"It can"t be ours," she gasped. "They-they"d never dare! They-they-"

She stood for a moment staring at the hats on the sideboard, and then, followed by the others, ran hastily downstairs. There was a hurried questioning of the astonished landlady, and then, Mrs. Chalk leading, they made their way to the stairs at a pace remarkable in a woman of her age and figure. Mrs. Stobell, a.s.sisted by Edward Tredgold, did her best to keep up with her, but she reached the goal some distance ahead, and, jumping heavily into a boat, pointed to the fast-receding schooner and bade the boatman overtake it.

"Can"t be done, ma"am," said the man, staring, "not without wings."

"Row hard," said Mrs. Chalk, in a voice of sharp encouragement.

The boatman, a man of few words, jerked his thumb in the direction of the Fair Emily, which was already responding to the motion of the sea outside.

"You run up the road on to them cliffs and wave to"em," he said, slowly.

"Wave "ard."

Mrs. Chalk hesitated, and then, stepping out of the boat, resumed the pursuit by land. Ten minutes" hurried walking brought them to the cliffs, and standing boldly on the verge she enacted, to the great admiration of a small crowd, the part of a human semaph.o.r.e.

The schooner, her bows pointing gradually seawards, for some time made no sign. Then a little group cl.u.s.tered at the stern and waved farewells.

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