It was not till they were well out to sea that the captain, coming down into the mate"s berth, said--
"Hallo, Colley! who"s the youngster aboard with the curly hair? What"s he about?"
"He wants to work his way out, captain; set him to it. I promised I"d say a word for him. He just helped me across the sand, when I was pretty near dying of the pain. You"ll let him stay?"
The captain turned on his heel, somewhat sulkily.
"Do you suppose he"s to do the work of your lame foot, eh? Well, he hasn"t come here to eat the bread of idleness. I"ll soon show him that."
And the captain kept his word.
Long before the sun--which had risen in a cloudless sky that morning--had set behind a bank of clouds, Jack was put to work.
Washing the decks and performing other like offices fell to his share on that first bright day, when to sail over the blue calm sea, with the crisp air blowing from the great German Ocean, was a pleasant sensation in itself.
But night came on, and the stars looked down from their immeasurable depths; and Jack, lying on a bench, with his arms folded, and his face resting on them, had time to think.
He had done it now. Often, when in a storm of pa.s.sion he had said he would leave his aunt"s roof for ever, he had relented, and even at his mother"s instigation and entreaty had expressed sorrow for his burst of anger, and asked to be forgiven.
He had done this only a fortnight before, and his aunt had received his apology with a short--
"It"s all very well to think by saying you are sorry you make it all right. It"s deeds not words, for me."
This ungracious manner of receiving an expression of contrition had often hardened the boy"s heart against his aunt. Still more so when, from the other side of the parlour, Mr. Skinner would say, in a nasal, squeaky voice--
"It"s a wonder to me how your kind, generous aunt puts up with you for a single hour. Only a good woman like her would give you house room at all."
"What business is it of yours, I should like to know?" had been Jack"s retort; and all the real sorrow he had felt, awakened by his mother"s gentle words, had vanished.
That Skinner! How he hated him; how instinctively he turned from him with positive dislike and loathing.
Now, as he lay alone and unnoticed beneath the star-strewn sky of the summer night, it was not of Skinner that he thought, not of his aunt, not of anything he had suffered--but of his mother.
And he had left her without a word--without a kiss! Many and many a time had he felt her kiss upon his forehead as he was sinking off into the sound sleep of childhood. Many a time he had heard her whispered prayer as she knelt by his side; and now he had left her desolate!
"Joy will be there," Jack thought--"little Miss Joy, and she will comfort her--dear little Joy!"
And somehow, as all these memories of those he had left behind him came before him, tears rose all unbidden, and chased each other down his cheeks.
Presently a rough kick from a man"s boot made him start.
"The mate is singing out for you, youngster," he said; "get along with you and go where you are wanted, for you ain"t wanted here."
"Where"s the mate?"
"Where, stupid? In his berth, a groaning and sighing. There ain"t much the matter with him, that"s my belief; only some folks can afford to make a fuss."
Jack drew himself together and walked towards the companion ladder. As he was putting his foot on it with the cautious air of the uninitiated, a rude push from behind, followed by a derisive laugh, sent him down to the bottom with a heavy thud.
"Shame!" cried a voice, "to treat the boy like that."
"Oh, he will be one of Colley"s lambs, canting no end, you"ll see! For my own part, I"d soon chuck him overboard."
"I know you are spiteful enough for anything," was the reply; "and I pity that boy if he"s in your clutches."
Another laugh, and Jack, now on his feet, turned round with a defiant air, and, half-stunned and bewildered, was climbing up the stairs again, to give his adversary a blow with his fist, when a voice called--
"Stop, lad! don"t go and give evil for evil."
Colley from his berth had seen Jack fall, and had heard the mocking laugh.
"Come here, lad. I"m a bit easier now, and I want to talk to you.
There, sit down on my locker, and we"ll spin a yarn. You"ve run away, haven"t you? I was so mad with pain, or I should have talked to you before. Come, you"ve run away now?"
"Yes," the boy said.
"Then you"ve been and acted very foolish, let me tell you. I did the same, boy, and I"ve repented it all my life. I grieved the best of old fathers by my wild career, and then I ran off; and when we put into port after the first voyage, I went to the old place to find him dead.
Now, how do you think I felt? Why, ready to kill myself with remorse.
What if you find your mother dead, when we put into port again? Now look here, boy. You"ve done me a good turn, and I"ll do you one. I"ll get the captain to put you ash.o.r.e, if you choose, and I"ll put a few shillings in your pocket to get back home. Do you hear?"
"Yes," Jack said, "I hear; but I am in for it now, and I had better stick to it. I should only make more trouble by going back. That old aunt, who made my life miserable, would only be worse than ever. No, sir, thank you; I"ll go on, and I must put up with it."
"Lie on the bed you"ve made for yourself, lad? Ah, that"s a precious uneasy one! I"d like to tell you how I made mine, and I will some day; but now you"d better turn in, there"s the watch on deck, telling midnight."
"Where am I to turn in?" Jack asked.
"There"s an empty hammock close by. Climb up there, and sleep till I call you. There isn"t much sleep for me. Good-night."
Jack found it no easy matter to climb into the hammock. Like everything else, it requires practice; he took off his boots and made attempts to clamber up, but failed each time.
"You young cur, what are you about?" called a gruff voice. "Can"t you turn in without waking a fellow from his sleep? Get along with you;"
and a leg was thrust out, which gave Jack a very emphatic kick.
At last he gave up the attempt, and taking off his jacket he made a pillow of it, and curled himself up on the deck.
The motion of the ship began to be more decided, for just at dawn a fresh breeze sprung up, and the _Galatea_ curtesied on the crest of the waves, and the water made a splash against her sides. Jack was rolled against a locker, and found sleep impossible.
The sailor who had grumbled at his disturbing him by his unsuccessful attempt to get into his berth, turned out at three o"clock, to relieve the watch on deck, and stumbling over Jack exclaimed--
"You baby bunting! So you can"t get to your berth! I"ll teach you!"
And taking Jack roughly by one arm and leg, he tossed him as if he had been a feather into the hammock, and said--
"Lie there till you are wanted, and be thankful you"ve got there!"
There is a certain rule which I think has seldom an exception, though I know we say that all rules _have_ an exception to prove their truth.
But it is seldom indeed that we see the rule departed from, that "as a man soweth so shall he reap."