"Say, mates, ye"d better let the lad git on some dry duds, "stead o"
fussin" over him that way; why, he"s as wet as the lee scuppers."
Frank recognized old Herrick, the quartermaster, who had roused him from his nap on the coil of rope the first night of the voyage.
"Come, youngster," pursued the old man, "hurry up and git a dry shirt on. What d"ye look so queer for?--hain"t ye got nary one?"
Frank explained that his bag and bundle had "disappeared somehow,"
before they had been two days at sea.
"Stolen, I reckon," growled a sailor; "but "twarn"t n.o.body on the fo"c"stle as done it, anyhow. It"s been some o" them blessed firemen--thievin" wharf-rats every one!"
"Ay, _they"re_ the boys for hookin" things," added another. "Last v"y"ge I made, there was a fireman we called Sandy, as I"d seen hangin" around my sea-chest jist afore I missed suthin". So I fixed a fish-hook to the lock, and nex" day Mr. Sandy had a precious sore finger somehow; and from that day for"ard we never called him nothing but "Sandy Hook". [A loud laugh from the rest applauded the joke.] But _I_"ll lend the younker a shirt, willin"."
"And I."
"And I."
"Well, look"ee here, boys," said old Herrick, "let"s give him poor Allen"s chest and kit. _He_"ll never need it more, poor fellow, and I"ve heerd him say he"d nary relation ash.o.r.e. Seems to me Frank"s the one as ought to have it: what say ye all?"
All agreed, and the drowned man"s chest was pulled out and rummaged. Out came caps, jackets, trousers, shirts, sea-boots. Out came three or four letters and a photograph, which were laid aside to be handed over to the purser; and lastly, out came a small, well-thumbed Bible of old-fashioned look, which Herrick (after eying it thoughtfully for a moment) put into his own pocket.
"Whew! who"d ha" thought Allen kep" a Bible?"
"I _have_ seen him spellin" in it, though, once and again; but he always shet it up when anybody c.u.m nigh him."
"Well, well, "twarn"t _it_ as brought him his ill luck, anyhow. Now, young un, let"s see how the duds fit you."
But, as might have been expected, everything was "miles too big," and bagged about him in such a way as to make one of the men remark, with a grin, that "if he carried so much loose canvas, he"d founder in the first squall."
"We must take in a reef or two, then, that"s all," said Herrick. "Bear a hand, my boy, and we"ll soon turn you out ship-shape."
[Ill.u.s.tration: FRANK AND OLD HERRICK.]
To work went the two amateur tailors, while Frank seized the chance of taking a good look at his new friend. The old tar was certainly well worth looking at. Tall, broad-shouldered, active, with his brown hard face framed in iron-gray hair and beard--a pleasant twinkle in the keen blue eyes that looked out from beneath his bushy brows, and a kindly smile flickering over his rugged features ever and anon, like sunshine upon a bare moor--he looked the very model of one of those st.u.r.dy old sea-dogs who held their own against England"s stoutest "hearts of oak"
in the old days of "76.
As he worked on, making st.i.tches which, though they would have horrified a fashionable tailor, were at least strong and durable, he began to pour forth a series of yarns, a t.i.the of which would "set up" any novelist for life. Fights with West-Indian pirates; hair-breadth escapes from polar icebergs; picturesque cruises among the Spice Islands; weary days and nights in a calm off the African coast, on short allowance of water, with the burning sun melting the very pitch out of the seams--were "reeled off" in unbroken succession, while Frank listened open-mouthed, and more than once forgot his tailoring altogether.
But the stroke of a bell overhead broke in upon the talk.
"My watch on deck," said the old man, springing up as nimbly as a boy.
"Now, lad, slip on them togs agin. Ay, _now_ you look all a-taunto."
Frank was indeed improved. His sh.o.r.e clothes, which, with grease, coal-dust, tar, salt-water, and the rents made by the fight with Monkey, were (as the boatswain said) "not fit for a "spectable scarecrow to wear of a Sunday," were exchanged for a blue flannel shirt and a pair of trim white canvas trousers. A neat black silk handkerchief was knotted around his neck, and his battered "stiff-rim" replaced by a jaunty sailor cap.
"h.e.l.lo, youngster! the cap"n wants yer," shouted a sailor, as Frank appeared on deck.
"You"re in luck, my boy," said Herrick. "Keep a stiff upper lip, but don"t speak unless you"re spoken to, and then say as little as you can."
On entering the captain"s room Frank found the latter busied in "p.r.i.c.king out" the ship"s course on the chart, and was thus able to survey him at leisure. Captain Gray"s plain black suit and standing collar, his grayish-brown hair, close-cut whiskers, and mild expression, made him look more like a preacher than like one who had led a forlorn hope over the ruins of Fort Sumter, and had captured, single-handed, the ringleader of a dangerous mutiny in the West Indies. This mutiny, however, had occurred aboard another vessel, for nothing of the sort had ever been heard of on his own. The crew "froze to him" in all he did or said; and any "sea-lawyer" who tried to breed a disturbance soon found the _Arizona_ too hot for him.
"Talk "bout the officers as ye like," was the constant saying on the forecastle, "but nary word agin the old "deacon.""
For, strange to say, Captain Gray _was_ a deacon when ash.o.r.e, and not a few of his best hands were members of the old white church at home in Nantucket.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE CAPTAIN"S ROOM.]
His room was like himself--simple, but perfectly orderly. A neat bed, with snow-white coverlet and pillow; a little cupboard beside it, containing a pitcher and wash-basin; a Bible in a neat wooden rack on a small table; a rifle, cutla.s.s, and two revolvers, all bright and clean, hanging on the wall above it; a cabinet of books, mostly works of travel and navigation; several chairs, on one of which lay the captain"s coat and cap; and a curtain along the wall, above which appeared various articles of clothing hung on pegs.
Presently the captain looked up, and after "figuring" a moment on a slip of paper, touched a bell. Instantly a panel flew open, and a hoa.r.s.e voice shouted, "Ay, ay, sir!"
"How"s her head now, quartermaster?"
"S.E. by S., sir."
"All right; keep her so."
"Ay, ay, sir;" and the panel closed again.
Then, for the first time, the captain appeared to become aware of Frank"s presence, and bending forward, fixed upon him a look that seemed to read his very soul. It was a proverb with the crew of the _Arizona_ that "no rogue could ever face the old man"s eye;" and although he was never known to utter an oath or unseemly word, his very glance had more effect than any amount of bl.u.s.ter and bullying.
"So you"re the boy who oiled the outboard bearing to-day? I hear you"ve been fighting with Monkey. We won"t say any more about that now, but don"t let it happen again. Can you read and write?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is this your handwriting on the ship"s articles, and in the store-room account-book?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have you studied arithmetic? Well, then, work me out this example."
Austin obeyed.
"Right," said the captain, glancing at the result. "After this, Mr.
Hurst [the chief engineer] will put you in the place of the oiler who was lost this morning. The fifty dollars reward is in the purser"s hands, where I advise you to leave it till you really need it. You may go now. Good-night."
"What! couldn"t they make ye nothin" better"n a kettle-iler?" growled old Herrick, on hearing the result of the interview; for, like a true sailor of the old school, he abominated everything connected with "that "ere new-fangled steam." "A _sailor"s_ what you"re cut out for, and a sailor"s what every man ought to be as can. Howsomdever, there"s no fear but you"ll git on well enough with the old man; for he"s a good feller, if ever there was one. We shipped together for our first v"y"ge, him and me, when we were no bigger"n you are; and if we ever part comp"ny agin, "twon"t be _my_ fault, anyhow."
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
HOUSEHOLD PETS.