"You lie, d.a.m.n you!" was the answering cry. "And then you laugh in my face! We saw you--all three of you--just now!" The note was so high that one of the pilots began to loiter down from the pilot-house.
Hugh crimsoned. "I see," he said, advancing step by step as the frenzied boy drew back. "You really don"t want a peaceable explanation, at all, do you?"
The other twin, Julian, arrested his brother"s back step by a touch and spoke for him: "No, sir, we don"t. You can"t "peaceably explain" foul treatment, you d.a.m.ned fool, and that"s all we Hayles have had of you Courteneys this day. We want satisfaction! We don"t ask it, we"ll take it! And we"ll get it"--here a ripping oath--"if we have to wait for it ten years!"
This time Hugh paled. "It needn"t take ten minutes," he said. "Come down to the freight deck, into the engine room, and I"ll give both of you so much of it that you won"t know yourselves apart."
"One more insult!" cried Lucian, the boy who so often widened his eyes, while Julian, narrowing his lids, said in a tone suddenly icy:
"That cla.s.ses you, sir, on the freight deck."
"We don"t fight deck hands," said Lucian.
"Nor emigrants!" sneered his brother. "And when we fight gentlemen we fight with weapons, sir, as gentlemen should."
Hugh"s awkward laugh came again, and the pilot who had come down from beside his fellow at the wheel inquired:
"What"s the fraction here?"
"Oh, nothing," said Hugh.
"Everything!" cried Julian. "And you"ll find it so the first time we get a fair chance at you--any of you!"
The pilot was amiable. "Hold on," he suggested. "See here, my young friend, what do you reckon your father"d do to this young man"--touching Hugh--"if he should rip around on a Hayle boat as you"re doing here?"
"That"s a totally different matter, sir!"
The pilot smiled. "Don"t you know Gideon Hayle would put him ash.o.r.e at the first wood-yard?"
"He"d be wrong if he didn"t," gravely said Hugh.
"Do you mean that for a threat?--either of you?" snapped Lucian.
"No," said the pilot, "I was merely trying to reason with you. Come, now, go down to supper. It"s a roaring good one: crawfish gumbo, riz biscuits, fresh b.u.t.ter, fried oysters, and coffee to make your hair curl. Go on, both of you. You"ve had--naturally enough--last day in the city--a few juleps too many, but that"s all right. A square meal, a night"s rest, and you"ll wake up in the morning with Baton Rouge and all the sugar lands astern, the big cotton plantations on both sides of us, you feeling at home with everybody, everybody at home with you."
"Many thanks," sneered Julian. "We"ll go to our meals self-invited. Good evening."
Hugh granted the pair a slight nod. As they went, Lucian, looking back over Julian"s shoulder with eyes bigger than ever, said: "We"ll wake up in the morning without the least change of feeling for this boat"s owners, their relatives, or their hirelings."
The relative and the hireling glanced sharply at each other. But then Hugh said quietly: "A man can"t quarrel with boys, Mr. Watson."
"No," mused the pilot aloud as he watched the pair go below, "but he can wait. They"ll soon be men."
"And this be all forgotten," said Hugh.
"Not by them!" rejoined Mr. Watson. "They"ll remember it ef they have to tattoo it--on their stomachs."
"I should have managed them better," said Hugh.
"Lord, boy, n.o.body"s ever managed _them_ sence they was born." The speaker sauntered back toward the pilot-house, coining rhetoric in his mind to relieve his rage. "It"s only the long-looked-for come at last,"
he thought, "and come _toe_ last." As he resumed the bench behind his partner his wrath at length burst out:
"Well, of all the h.e.l.l-fry I ever come across----!"
"And they "llow to keep things fryin"," said his mate.
Which made Watson even more rhetorical. "Yes, it"s their only salvation from their rotten insignificance." He meditated. "And yet--hnn!" He was about to say something much kindlier when suddenly he laughed down from a side window upon the twins returned. "Well, I"ll swear!"
"We heard, sir," said Julian with a lordly bow.
"And you," chimed Lucian, "shall hear later." Rather aimlessly they turned and again disappeared, and after a moment or two the man at the wheel asked, with playful softness, with his eyes on the roof below:
"D"you reckon yon other two will ever manage to offset the tricks o"
Hayle"s twins?"
His partner rose and looked down. The old nurse and the third Hayle brother stood side by side watching the beautiful low-lying plantations unbrokenly swing by behind the embankments of the eastern sh.o.r.e. The level fields of young sugar-cane reposed in a twilight haze, while the rows of whitewashed slave cabins, the tall red chimneys of the great sugar-houses, and the white-pillared verandas of the masters" dwellings embowered in their evergreen gardens, still showed clear in the last lights of day. But the query was not as to the nurse and the boy. Near them stood Ramsey, with arms akimbo, once more conversing with Hugh.
"Oh!" said the glowing Watson. "If that"s to be the game, Ned, I"m in it, sir! I"m in it!"
"Just"s well, Watsy. You"re in the twins" game anyhow."
Meantime Ramsey"s talk flowed on like brook water, Hugh"s meeting it like the brook"s bowlders:
"Guess who"s at the head of the table!"
"Who? my grandfather?"
"No, he"s "way down at the men"s end."
"Well, then, father?"
"Yes! And who"s sitting next him--on his right?"
"Your mother?"
"Yes! And guess who"s going to sit at the head of the children"s table.
You!"
"How do you know that?"
The reply was chanted: "I asked the steward to put you there." She laughed and glanced furtively at her unheeding brother. Then her eyes came back: "And I"m to be the first on your right!" She spread her arms like wings.
"Why, Miss Ramsey!" protested the nurse.
Hugh blushed into his limp, turn-down collar. "I don"t believe you"d better," he said.
"I will!" said Ramsey, lifting her chin.