"I must. They are a thin lot, but you could push the old _Medea_ along with anything. I"ve got another ship. My reason is very good, from the way I look at it."
Hanson turned his grin to me. He was going to enjoy the privilege of seeing his reasons deemed unreasonable. "Don"t think it"s a better job I"ve got. It"s worse. It"s a very rummy voyage. We may complete it, with luck. It"s a boat-running lunacy, and some mining gear. She"s called the _Cygnet_. I"ve been over her, and we shall call her something different before we see the last of her."
"Then why are you going?" I asked him.
"To see what will happen. . . ."
Macandrew interrupted him. "What? And you next on the list for Chief?
You"re romantic, young man, and that means you"re no engineer. Is there a lot of money in it?"
"There isn"t, but there"s some life. I want to know what I"m made of.
Shall I ever learn it under you? Down below in the _Medea_ is like winding up a clock and going to sleep. Do you know the _Cygnet_ has six inches of freeboard?" He was talking to me, but kept glancing sideways to see what effect this had on Macandrew. But Macandrew"s broad back was impa.s.sive.
"Six inches of freeboard, barring her false bulwarks of deal boards, and she"s going out to--I forget the name of the place, but I could show you where it is within a hundred miles on a map that doesn"t give its name.
It"s up the Pondurucu."
Macandrew made no sign, and Hanson, his humour a little damped, spoke more seriously. "I don"t think she"ll ever get there, but it will be interesting to see where she stops, and why."
Macandrew heaved round on his junior. "There"s drivel. It sounds well from an engineer and a mathematician, doesn"t it?" He turned away again.
"Supposing," he said, over his shoulder, "supposing you pull this ship through all right, then where will you be? Any better off?"
"I think so," said Hanson. He couldn"t talk to Macandrew"s back, so he bent over me and pointed a challenging finger at my necktie. "I"ve never risked anything yet, not even my job. This is where I do it. It"ll be nice to attempt something when the odds are that you can"t finish it, and there"s nothing much in it if you do. Why," he said, grinning at his Chief"s back, "if I were to stay with him I"d become so normal that I"d slip into marriage and safety as a matter of course, and have to give up everything."
"Who"s in charge of this lunacy?" asked Macandrew. His voice was a little truculent.
"All right, Chief. I shan"t remember his name any the better because you"re annoyed with me. I haven"t seen the skipper yet. I think I heard him called Purdy."
"Purdy? Bill Purdy?" Macandrew was incredulous. "Do you know what you"ve let yourself in for? If Purdy"s got the job, I know why. n.o.body else would take it, and he"s the last man, anyway, who ought to have it."
"What, drink?" asked Hanson.
"Lord, no. Not Purdy. No. It"s the man himself. I"ve known him a long time, and I like him, but he"ll never do. He can"t make up his mind to a course. Don"t you remember the _Campeachy_ case? I expect it was before your time. Purdy had her. He was coming up-Channel, and got nervous over the weather, and put into Portland for a pilot. There was no pilot.
So he decided to put out again and go on. It never occurred to him that as he was in shelter he"d better stay there till a pilot arrived, because getting out of that was exactly when he"d want one. He put her ash.o.r.e.
That was like Purdy, to play for safety and make a wreck. When he got over the fuss Lloyd"s raised about it he refused to take command again for some time. He couldn"t even make up his mind whether he wanted a ship at all."
Hanson listened to this with the air of one who was being rea.s.sured in a doubtful enterprise.
"You mistake me, Chief," he said. "You are only improving my reasons for going. Not only is the ship crank, but so is her skipper. Now tell me . . ."
Macandrew frowned at his junior, and his curiously pale eyes became distinctly inhuman. I believe he thought his counsel was being laughed at. But the door opened, and he touched Hanson"s arm. A little man of middle age stood there, who turned, and actually prevented the doors from swinging together with their usual announcement of another customer. For only a moment he raised his downcast eyes to see who was there, and then nodded sadly to Macandrew. His drooping moustache conformed to the downward lines of his face, which was that of a man who had been long observing life with understanding, and had not a lively opinion of it.
Macandrew"s demeanour changed. It was now mild and almost affectionate as he greeted the little man. "Come over here, Purdy, and tell us what you"ve been doing. Here"s Hanson, this young fellow. I hear he"s sailing with you. He"s your Chief. You"d better know him."
Purdy raised his eyes in a grave and momentary survey, made to shake hands with Hanson, but hesitated, and did so only because Hanson put out his own great fist with decision. Purdy did not speak, except to say to Hanson: "We"re signing-on tomorrow. I"ll meet you at the shipping office then." He seemed to forget the pair of them, paused, and went to a far vacant corner of the bar. The barmaid, as he got there, returned, and stopped to say something to him.
"Well, I"m d.a.m.ned," muttered Macandrew. "Look here, Jessie," he cried, "here"s all us young men been waiting for nearly twenty minutes, and you take no notice of us, but as soon as a captain looks across the counter, there you are. But how did you know he was a captain? That"s what I"d like to know. He"s only wearing a bowler hat."
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The _Medea_ had been ordered unexpectedly to Barry for loading, to take the place of an unready sister-ship; and Macandrew, of whom I have had much experience, would be active, critical of what a dog must put up with in life, and altogether unfit for intimate, amiable, and reminiscent conversation. Yet I wanted to see him again before he left, and went past the Board of Trade Office hoping for signs of the _Medea_, for I had heard she was a.s.sembling a crew that morning. But the marine-store shops, with their tarpaulin suits hanging outside open-armed and oscillating, looked across to the men lounging against the shipping-office railings, and the idlers stared across at the tarpaulins.
It did not appear to be a place where anything was destined to happen.
It merely looked like rain.
Macandrew might be inside with his crowd of firemen and greasers. Behind the bra.s.s grille there a clerk, solitary and absorbed in his duties, bent over a pile of ships" articles, and presented to the seamen in the public s.p.a.ce beyond him only the featureless shine of a bald head. The seamen, scattered about in groups, shabby and listless, with a few of their officers among them, were as sombre and subdued as though they had learned life had nothing more to offer them, and they were present only because they might as well use up the salvage of their days. The clerk raised his head and questioned the men before him with a quick, inclusive glance. "Any men here of the _Cygnet_?" he demanded. His voice, raised in certainty above the casual murmuring of the repressed, made them all as self-conscious and furtive as though discovered in guilt. Hanson"s head appeared above the crowd, as he rose from a bench and went to the official. "I"m the engineer of the _Cygnet_. We"re waiting for Captain Purdy."
The clerk complained. He pulled out his watch. "He said he would be ready for me at ten this morning. Now you"ve lost your turn, and there are three other ships." He turned away in a manner which told every one that Hanson had now become non-existent, pushed aside the _Cygnet"s_ papers, and searched the room once more. "Ah, good morning, Captain Hudson. You ready for me? Then I"ll take you next." The captain went around to stand beside the official, and his crew cl.u.s.tered on their side of the bars, with their caps in their hands.
"A good start that," said Hanson to me. "Perhaps, after all, we never shall start. Must be a rum chap, that Purdy."
He told me the _Medea"s_ crowd was there, but perhaps Macandrew had already signed, and so would not appear. That meant I might not see him for another year; but as I left the office I found him coming up its steps outside, and not as though there were the affairs of a month to be got into two days, but in leisurely abstraction. He might have been making up his mind that, after all, there was no need to call there, for he was studying each step as if he were looking for the bottom of a mystery. His fingers were twirling the little ivory pig he carries as a charm on his watchguard. The pig is supposed to a.s.sist him when he is in a difficulty. He raised his eyes.
"Anyhow," he despaired to me with irrelevance, "I can"t do anything for him."
I waited for the chance of a clue. "I thought," Macandrew quietly soliloquized, "he knew better than that. He"s been a failure, but all the same, he"s got a better head than most of us. She"s sure to bring him to grief."
"What"s all this about?" I ventured.
"I"ve just been talking to Purdy. You remember what Hanson said of that voyage he"s making? Purdy is taking Jessie with him. You don"t know Purdy, but I do. And I know Jessie; but that"s nothing."
"Taking her with him?" I asked; "but how. . . ."
"Oh, cook, of course. That"ll be it. She"ll be steward, naturally.
That"s reasonable. You"ve seen her. Jessie"s the sort of woman would jump at the chance of such a pleasant trip, as cook."
"I don"t understand. . . ."
"Who said you did? n.o.body does but the pair of them. I know what another man might see in Purdy. But a woman! He"s middle-aged, quiet, and looks tired. That woman is young and lively, and she"ll be bored to death with him on such a trip."
"But I thought you said . . ."
"What have I said? I"ve said nothing. Jessie"s away to sea as cook.
Why not? I"m going inside. Are you coming in?"
Crossing the floor of the office, Hanson caught Macandrew"s arm. "Your lot are signing-on now." The master of the _Medea_ was round with the official tallying the men by the ship"s papers. "I see it," Macandrew answered. "I"ve signed. I wanted to catch the old man before he began that job."
"We"re hung up for Purdy," Hanson told him. "n.o.body seems to know where he is." Hanson was amused.
"Yes. Well . . . he"ll be here all right . . . and now this new job which you think so funny, young Hanson. See it goes through. Presently it won"t be so funny. Hang on to it then."
Hanson was surprised by this, and a trifle hurt. He was beginning to speak, making the usual preliminary adjustment of his spectacles, when a movement near the door checked him. His hands remained at his gla.s.ses, as if aiding his sight to certify the unbelievable.
"What"s this?" he murmured. "Here"s Purdy. Isn"t that the _Negro Boy"s_ barmaid with him . . . is she with him?" He continued to watch, apparently for some sign that this coincidence of his captain and a barmaid in a public office was designed.
The bent gaze of the master of the _Cygnet_ might have noticed the boots of his engineer, for he took in the room no higher than that. Then he came forward with his umbrella, still in contemplation. It might have been no more than a coincidence. She, too, approached, a little behind him, but obscuring his dull meagreness, for she was a head taller, and a bold and challenging figure. Her blond hair distinguished her even more than the emphasis of her florid hat. Her pallor that morning refined the indubious coa.r.s.eness of her face, and changed vulgarity into the attractive originality of a spirited character. Many there knew her, but she recognized n.o.body. She yawned once, in a fair piece of acting, and in her movements and the poise of her head there was a disdain almost plain enough to be insolence. Purdy turned to her, and the strange pair conferred. I heard Hanson say to himself: "What on earth." She left Purdy, bent her head with a gracious but stressed smile to Macandrew, and went to the bench by the wall, where she sat, waiting, with her legs crossed in a way that was a defiance and an attraction in such a place, where a woman is rarely seen. She read a newspaper, perhaps because that acted as a screen, though she turned its pages with a nervous abruptness which betrayed her imitation of indifference.
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