""Money down," I stipulates; an" after a lot o" trouble they collects seven dollars between "em, an" tells me it"s all they"ve got, an" if I didn"t bring up th" ten bottles mighty quick they"d knock me on th" head an" drop me overboard.
""Mind," I said, as I goes off to th" galley, money in my hand; "don"t yeh let th" officers see yeh drinkin" it or they"ll think yeh"ve been broachin" cargo, an" that"s little short o" mutiny."
""Bring up that beer," growls the Britisher, almost foamin" at th"
mouth.
"When I came back with th" ten bottles o" stout in a basket they all looked so pleased an" happy it did my heart good ter look at "em.
""Hand it over," they shouts impatiently.
""I"m afraid it"s gone a bit flat," I said, as I handed th" bottles round. "But I"ve tried to pull it round."
"Flat or not, they weren"t goin" to kick; an" they was jest "bout to unscrew the stoppers when the second mate suddenly shoves his head down the hatchway an" yells out:
""On deck, yer lazy, skulking, highly colored lubbers. Tumble up at once, an" git a lively move on, or I"ll be down an" smarten ye up!"
"McClosky, the second mate, was not a fellow who stood any nonsense, an"
th" men weren"t long before they was out o" th" fo"c"s"le, grumblin"
an" swearin" as only men who"ve lost their watch below can. They just stayed long enough t" shove th" unopened bottles o" stout well out o"
sight underneath th" mattresses o" their bunks an" then they was up on deck working like n.i.g.g.e.rs. A squall had struck the _Here at Last_; mighty inconvenient, these squalls in the Caribbean Sea are, an" th"
_Here at Last_ wasn"t best calc"lated t" weather "em. For two mortal hours everyone was hard at it, takin" in sail, doublin" ropes, an"
makin" all ready for what promised t" be a dirty night. All thoughts o"
beer was driven out o" their heads. An" when everythin" was ship-shape an" they came below again, soakin" wet an" dog-tired, they just climbed into their berths without stoppin" to think of th" precious bottles o"
stout.
""Bout two o"clock in th" mornin", I was woke up by what sounded like a pistol shot in th" fo"c"s"le, an" before I c"d rub th" sleep out er my eyes, there was another, an" another an" another, an" I saw four sailors tumble outer their bunks an" fall on th" floor shriekin" as if they"d been attacked by th" most awful pain. Everyone else in th" fo"c"s"le sits up, wide awake, an" starin" at th" sufferin" wretches on th" floor.
""Wot th" "ell"s up?" asks th" Britisher; but no one knew, an" th" nex"
second there was another explosion, an" he suddenly gave a scream that lifted th" hair on my scalp, an" leaps outer his bunk as if he"d been suddenly prodded in a tender spot wi" a red hot poker.
""My Gawd!" he screeches; "th" bunk"s exploded an" I"m bleedin" ter death;" an" he starts yellin" like a catamount, runnin" up an" down th"
gangway, an" tramplin" upon th" four shriekin", cursin", prayin" sailors who"d been attacked fust.
""It"s an infernal machine, an" it"s blowed a hole in me back," the Britisher yelled; an" we who was lookin" on c"d certainly hear suthin"
drippin" from th" bunk he"d just got out of.
""Owch! I"m blowed t" bits. I"m bein" murdered. I"m dyin", Lord help me," Harry Towers, the carpenter, wails; an" there was another terrific bang, an" outer his bunk Harry shot, landin", on th" chest o" one o" th"
moanin" squirmin" sailors. Th" poor fellow, findin" himself thus flattened out, an" not knowin" what it was had fallen on him, gives a gaspin" sort er yell, an" drives Towers in th" back wi" his fist.
"Th" row goin" on was suthin" terrible; a" "sylum full o" ravin"
lunatics on th" rampage couldn"t have made more noise; an" them that hadn"t been hurt was beginnin" t" feel as bad as them that was, when someone scrambles down th" companionway.
"It was McClosky, th" second mate, whose watch on deck it was. He"d heard th" row--an" no wonder--an" thinkin", I dessay, that murder or mutiny was goin" on, came forward to investigate. He was a red-headed, hot-tempered Irishman, an" c"d handle a crew in rare style.
""What th" d.i.c.kens----" he commences, when one o" th" men on th" floor, seein" th" gun in his hand, an" not recognizin" him, shouted, "They"re comin" t" finish us," an" grabs th" mate round th" legs wi" th" grip of a boa constrictor.
"Th" mate, sure it was mutiny, lets off his gun permiscuous. A clip on the jaw made th" sailor let go, an" th" mate, seein" Towers groanin" on th" floor quite close, kicks him hard an" asks what"s th" matter.
""We"re blown up, sir," Towers whimpers.
""Blown up, ye fool, what d" ye mean? Who"s blowin" ye up?" demands McClosky.
""Dunno, sir," Harry stammered; an" just then there was two more explosions, an" a couple more o" the seamen bundled headlong out er their berths, utterin" doleful shrieks that"d make yer heart stand still.
"Th" mate was kickin", swearin", and shoutin" like a demon, th" men all th" while keepin" up their row as if they was bein" paid a dollar a minute to yell. Then th" skipper put in an appearance. His face was white as chalk, but his hands, in each o" which was a big Colt, were steady as rocks, an" he come down th" ladder like a man who reckons he"s in for a good fight.
""What"s all this mean, Mr. McClosky?" he asks, pausin" when he sees there"s no fightin" goin" on.
"Whatever th" mate said was drowned by th" row th" sailors was makin", though he bellowed like a frisky bull. Th" old man didn"t seem a bit frightened; droppin" one o" th" Colts inter his pocket, he roars, "Silence"; and steps over to th" berth where Joe Harper, th" bo"sun, was sittin" upright, stiff as a poker, an" his eyes fairly startin" out er his head wi" terror.
""Now, then, Harper," he says, an" judgin" by his face th" skipper was "bout as mad as a bear with a sore head. "What th" blazes does it mean?
Have yeh all gone mad?"
"But th" bo"sun, he was too scared to do more than gape at th" skipper like a codfish three days out er water, an th" old man gits a bit madder.
""Answer, yeh d.a.m.n rascal," he shouted; an" he grabs Harper by th"
shoulder an" shakes him until his teeth fairly rattled. But th" bo"sun couldn"t say a word.
""If this ain"t enough t" drive a man crazy," th" skipper yells; "McClosky, have yeh lost yer senses like all these condemned rascals here? What"s th" meanin" o" it?"
""Don"t know, sir; I heard "em ravin" an" screamin" like lunatics, but I can"t get a word out of "em. Think they must all have become mad," an"
th" mate kicked Towers again t" relieve his feelin"s.
"He"d just finished speakin" when suthin" busted underneath th" bo"sun.
Harper screams, th" skipper gives a jump an" lets go of his arm, an"
Harper falls out er his berth as if he"d been suddenly shot dead, only he was makin" a row like a man suddenly attacked wi" D.T."s. And at that all th" other miserable wretches on th" floor starts worse than ever.
"Th" skipper pulls himself together, an" goin" t" th" bo"sun"s bunk, leans over an" examines it. He poked about f"r a bit, put his fingers into a stream of suthin" that was fallin" from th" bunk to th" floor, an" then by th" light o" th" swingin" oil lamp, I see his face turn a blazin" crimson. I see him take suthin" outer th" bed, an" then he swings round an" faces th" men.
""Yeh low down, thievin", chicken-hearted, blank, blank scoundrels," he yells, an" his voice was that loud an" so full o" pa.s.sion th" sailors were scared into quietness. "Yeh miserable sneakin" apologies for men!
So this is what"s th" matter, is it? By gum! If I don"t have every mother"s son of ye clapped into jail soon as we reach Kingstown, call me a crimson Dutchman. Blown up, are ye? I wish t" th" Lord some of ye had been. Sailors, yeh calls yeh-selves! Why, by gosh! yeh haven"t enough spirit t" rob a mouse. What"s that yeh say, Towers? Infernal machines, eh? Dyin"! If yeh don"t all get a move on ye in double quick time, some of yeh will be. Git out o" my sight, ye blubberin" babies; I"m sick an"
ashamed of ye."
"A more sick an" unhappy lookin" drove I never saw when th" men got on their legs again an" found out they weren"t hurt a little bit; an"
discovered what it was had caused th" explosions. They wouldn"t look at each other; an" they daren"t speak or else there"d have been fightin".
"I went about in fear of my life for days, but they did nothin"; though if they"d known that I--quite innocent o" mischief, yeh understand--had put a dozen grains or so of rice inter every bottle o" stout--amazin"
stuff rice for causin" fermentation in hot climates--they wouldn"t have stopped short at mere profanity. My life wouldn"t have been worth a moment"s purchase."
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THE ADOPTED SON
A Tale of Peasant Life
From the French of GUY de MAUPa.s.sANT